I Asked the Waiter for One Change, and My Brother Finally Choked

gone cool. A little wind, city traffic, somebody laughing too loud half a block down.

I knelt to button Noah’s coat because he’d missed one hole.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He thought about it.

Then he said, “I am now.”

I stood up too fast and had to blink hard once.

We walked to the parking garage holding hands. His hand was warm and a little greasy from continue reading …