My Brother Thought I Was Delivering to the Country Club

turn when I stepped beside him.

“You gave a speech.”

“I did.”

“It was political.”

“It was honest.”

That got a little grunt.

For a bit we stood there looking at the eighteenth green where old men had once told me not to walk because my shoes would mark the edge.

Finally he said, “My mother helped you.”

“Yes.”

He nodded once, slow. No surprise in it now. Just continue reading …