Five Brothers

by Penelope Douglas

“I can get you something from town,” Army calls out to him. But Macon shakes his head, his voice sounding strained. “Just her.”

But he shakes his head. “I’m not hungry.” He grabs his soda, moving for the garage door, and I sit down with the plate, grabbing a fork out of the basket to eat by myself. The next thing I know, he slams the door and walks to the stove, making himself a plate.