My Brother Thought I Was Delivering to the Country Club

in his face that time. Full and clean.

“Was he.”

Connor didn’t defend him.

That told me plenty.

The Last Thing My Father Said

I found Dad on the rear terrace alone, one hand on the stone rail, tie loosened, untouched bourbon beside him.

The sun was gone. The course was just dark strips and low lamps. Somewhere near the pond, frogs had started up.

He didn’t continue reading …