Once upon a time there was a little apple-cheeked family, several of whom made very poor choices. Choices have consequences.
“I can’t place him,” said the Professor, looking at the photo of the gaunt, haunted-looking old man in the wheelchair. “Who is it?”
“It’s my brother,” I responded flatly. “I got a call this morning. He’s intubated in a hospital in California and probably won’t make it out alive.”
“Shit,” he said. “I didn’t even recognize him.”
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