“You remember Elijah?” he asks, and I chuckle, reaching for the fresh drink the bartender places in front of me. “Of course, I remember little Einstein,” I answer, images of the knobby kneed, bespectacled nerd my brother called his best friend through most of his childhood fill my mind. With our age difference, I left for college when Theo was only ten, so I can’t say I knew much about his life or his friends, but I always got a kick out of Einstein.
