Dominique and I ended the roundup of our family’s woes with our usual dark humor and promised to speak the next week. Through no fault of our own, we had been chosen by divine genetics to be spared sickness and addiction, and nothing in our lives (so far) had troubled us like the misfortunes of our parents or our brother’s battle with sanity. Our dumb luck made us partners, with a mission to support them, plotting ways to make their lives easier.
