When no one is Looking
Growing up, my older brother by 16 months and I found endless ways to drive each other mad. There were other siblings in the house, but the two of us found great sport in psychological sibling warfare with each other. One of my brother’s favorite tricks was to ask me to help him sew a button on his shirt, in front of my mother. An accomplished Boy Scout, he knew full well how to sew on a button.…
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