The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

help once in a while.”

I stared at him. “You mean you?”

“Who else?” He put his hand over his heart, laughing. “I’m your responsible little brother, remember?”

Something in his eyes didn’t match the joke. Something calculating flickered and was gone. I swallowed it down and told myself I was being unfair.

“Anyway,” he said, “Connie and I brought dessert.continue reading …