I question. I’ve been wanting to ask her this for a while, but I didn’t feel comfortable bringing my brother up, that is until after our discussion earlier tonight. I hate the way her smile fades when she hears his name. The way the sadness creeps into her eyes when she talks about him. Tonight was different, though. Tonight, she said his name in this way that almost made him sound like a stranger. Is it shitty that makes me feel relieved? I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not. We’re in the car, on the way back to her apartment, my hand resting on her thigh in between shifting gears. Her fingers are doing a languid caress over my arm, up and down, in a nearly hypnotic way. “Rosie asked him to keep me company, you know, look out for me. He was my ride to and from school every day so I didn’t have to take the bus. He helped me with homework after school from time to time. And we hung out on weekends if he wasn’t going out to see Rosie or she couldn’t come home.
What do You think about Love Sex & Other Games: Part 2?
