They Hid Me Behind A Pillar At My Brother’s Wedding

pressure, “You bit me.”

A strangled laugh came from somewhere in the room. Maybe Debbie. Maybe me.

Ben opened his eyes.

“I bit you?”

“Hard.”

He looked at the photograph again.

His face did the thing people do when childhood rearranges itself and leaves furniture marks on the floor.

My father said, “Ben, son, this is not the time.”

Ben turned.

“Don’t.”

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