“What do you want to know?” “Your brother. How much older?” “Six years.” “Name?” “Peter.” “Where does he live?” “Jersey.” “Is he married? Do you have any nieces or nephews?” “Yes, to Pam. They haven’t been able to conceive.” “I’m sorry,” I say. “Do you see them often?” “Christmas or Thanksgiving. Birthdays.” “What’s Peter do?” Andrew sighs. “He’s a mechanic. Should I get you his social security number?”
