his brother handed him a plain
brown paper lunchbag There you go. From
me to you.
his brother was funny
something inside it clinked
Shoud I guess wha it is
Do you want to guess?
I think I ought to
Are you going to shake it?
I am not
Cin used to shake her gifts I threatened to wrap a bomb for her thadbe detonated by vigorous motion
Obviously you never did.
No
Though Id always warn her say Russian roulette Ya feelin lucky punk
Eastwood.
Dirty Harry
So are you feeling lucky?
Stop Yare late to the game
he didnt shake it felt its weight
Ill guess
his brother wore his classic
pokerface he was sitting at his parents kitchen table
smoking cigars sipping beers when they were in high school when he won a seventy
dollar pot Queen highcouldnt help himself had to show it off nobody ever knew whawas in his hand he made a great
Marine while he was in
Guess away.
Marbles You found my marbles
No pokerface it split with
delighted laughterI
did.
opening the bag Yadid
different coloured catseyes
Vintage.
Old like you.
Has to be Lost em a long time ago
Yahyadid; misplaced them. he nodded
Yadid.
hed always been unhappy with him that he lived out of statecross the
country away the rest of the familythe siblingsall
nine remained in state within twenty minutes of each other but he was the kid that his father introduced
as This is my son, Joe, he isn’t going to live here when he grows up.
Couldnt
renege on that welch on a promise wasnt what
he was made of who he was
hed always been unhappy with him
because he the oldestfelt he was obliged to stay home
that conversationwhenever he
returned for a visit resurfaced the
underlying glue of their relationship not that it was necessary they
loved each other deeply their street
fighting back-to-back was neighbourhood notorious win or lose
ugly fights
in addition to his missing
marbles they
were too late for him was a GINORMOUS AGES 6+ pink speckled egg HATCH’EMS
Flamingos WATCH
THEM GROW AGAIN & AGAIN!
I remembered correctly, you like flamingos.
he smiled I do Thank
you yare very thoughtful Comere they threw their arms around each other
kissed hard separating Yare an awfully
good polack bro
As you, as you. I miss you, man.
I miss you too
a little ache bittersweet
stitched his heart lifes choices
1018 ofcourse it was, Saturday,
23 9. 23
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