The Satellite Son and the Cane Son: When Money Can’t Carry Grief

had been boys in this same town, now trying to re-learn the language of being brothers.

After a long silence, David said, “People are going to talk.”

“Let them,” I said.

“They’ll say you gave me the house because I manipulated you,” he muttered.

“Let them.”

“They’ll say you’re trying to look like a saint,” he added, voice sharp.

I exhaled.

“That one might continue reading …