“Wow, it’s nice talking to you, big bro. Let’s do this again sometime. I get so much out of it.” He shoots me a look. Yeah, he’s been there for me many times, more than I can describe. “I don’t talk to my mom, and I sure as fucking hell don’t talk to my dad, so I don’t see what there is to say.” “Did you ever like Dad?” I ask. “Like growing up?” That’s what I want to know. “Sure,” he says. “In the beginning.”
