We were sitting at the bar at Bell's Eccentric Cafe, silently sipping beers when my brother’s phone rang. Bob answered and stepped outside for a couple minutes.
I took the opportunity to steal the last garlic mustard chicken wing.
Bob came back in and sat down. Eventually, he spoke.
“That was Mary Jo back at the house. Did we leave a duck in the basement?”
My memory of the morning was a little fuzzy, so I had to think for a second.
“Not that I recall.”
“I didn’t think we did, but she asked.” He shrugged.
Family can be complicated.
I took the opportunity to steal the last garlic mustard chicken wing.
Bob came back in and sat down. Eventually, he spoke.
“That was Mary Jo back at the house. Did we leave a duck in the basement?”
My memory of the morning was a little fuzzy, so I had to think for a second.
“Not that I recall.”
“I didn’t think we did, but she asked.” He shrugged.
Family can be complicated.
