The house had finally gone quiet. Their mother had gone upstairs, the dishes had been cleared from the table, and the television in the living room played softly in the background, but neither Corey nor Jethro was paying attention to it. They sat outside on the back porch, two cups of juice between them and the night air settling gently around the house. For a while, neither brother spoke. Corey leaned back in his chair, Jethro stared at the garden. “You know…” Corey glanced at him. “What?” Jethro smiled faintly. Mom wasn’t joking earlier, about you never visiting. Corey laughed, I’ve been busy. “You’ve always been busy.” Jethro looked at him, “But you always came.” Corey’s smile faded, what do you mean? “When I was little you always came.” Jethro lowered his eyes. Corey listened. If I had a school event, you came. If I had a football match, you came. If I got sick, you slept outside my room. Corey smiled, “You had terrible nightmares.” “I know.” Jethro laughed softly. You
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