The beginning of the end of a family unit.
“Come, I’ll drive you home,” he said, knowing that doing so was against his best interest. He needed to talk to someone who understood.
My sister and I have a volatile relationship. When she was 10, I nudged her off the only child throne. She’s always been mean spirited. I have been told that she was a difficult child. That difficulty morphed into something more disturbed.
My brother-in-law didn’t know what he was getting into when he married the alluring brunette that would do anything to please in order to secure her catch. Shortly after they started dating, she got pregnant and sealed the deal. The beauty clinched one of the most handsome and powerful men in Miami in the mid-1970’s.
I was about 15 when they started living together. I visited often to watch my older nephew who was barely four. I also enjoyed being in my new brother’s company. I had a wild streak that reflected his own.
He bought me my first car when I was 16. When I was of clubbing age and was going out for the night from their house, he’d sneak outside when I was getting into my car and say, “heads up!” after making sure the coast was clear. I’d catch a neatly folded stack of $20 bills. Our camaraderie developed into sibling love and in her book, that was a no-no.
