Bloodbrothers
“Only his hair was exposed like a small black shrub. Albert had been up a half-hour, teeth brushed, hair combed, shoes tied. He sat on the edge of his bed watching Stony's sleeping shape. Every time Stony's snoring pattern changed or he rolled over or he scratched himself, Albert jumped up, and when Stony settled into sleep again, Albert plopped down on his bed in anguish. Between five-thirty and six-thirty he changed his shirt five times. At a quarter to seven he brushed his teeth again. At sev...en the sound of cartoons and the shifting silver reflections of the TV screen had Stony sitting up in bed dazed blind and fuckfaced.
Albert sat cross-legged on the rug in front of the TV. He turned when he heard Stony struggling. "Is it too loud, Stony?" Stony grunted and coughed. His eyelids were sealed with crud. "You want some coffee, Stony?" Stony coughed again, a noise like some prehistoric bird in a Japanese monster movie. He groped under his pillow for his Marlboros. Albert's stomach twisted when Stony lit up but he was afraid to bug his brother this particular morning so he didn't say anything.MoreLess
Albert sat cross-legged on the rug in front of the TV. He turned when he heard Stony struggling. "Is it too loud, Stony?" Stony grunted and coughed. His eyelids were sealed with crud. "You want some coffee, Stony?" Stony coughed again, a noise like some prehistoric bird in a Japanese monster movie. He groped under his pillow for his Marlboros. Albert's stomach twisted when Stony lit up but he was afraid to bug his brother this particular morning so he didn't say anything.MoreLess
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