Then he mentioned that things with Molly weren’t easy.
“I guess you know what it’s like,” he said.
“What?”
“Being treated like the bad guy.”
Dad treated him differently now.
I put down my cup.
“I know what it’s like to be treated like the less important guy. That’s different.”
Kai stared at his coffee.
After a while, he said, “I was a terrible brother.”
“Yes. You were.”
“I was a terrible brother.”
“Can we ever fix this?”
“I don’t know.”
He nodded.
“If we talk again,” I added, “don’t begin by asking me to fix something for you.”
He didn’t answer.
“Can we ever fix this?”
I left money for my coffee and went home.
By my next birthday, the divorce was moving forward.
A few friends took me to a small restaurant.
Mom and Dad came too.
By my next birthday, the divorce was moving forward.
