Chilly Scenes of Spring

When my friend Val called my brother--who will not respond to me directly, who will not accept apologies or talk to me, even now when I am on the edge of the abyss--he wondered aloud what I wanted from him.

"You're her brother," said Val, shocked. Chilled.

"What does that mean, other than consanguinity?" he wanted to know.

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