My Brother’s Game
At a concert, I went wild, shouting at the top idol on stage, “Tony Townsend, spray on my face!”
That night, my brother had me pinned against the ancestral altar, a ruler pressing down on the back of my neck.
“Lift your head. Tell me, what did you want that idol to do to you?”
Later, he shoved me down onto the mattress, his fingertips grinding against my swollen lips.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?”