O: 39-brother Where Art Thou

“There is no ‘where art thou,’” he said. “You’re just here. Or you’re not. And I’m sorry I wasn’t. But I am now.”

“I carried this everywhere,” he said. “I told myself I was looking for the truth. But I was really looking for the way back.” o 39-brother where art thou

Our father passed. I sold the bait shop. I got a sensible haircut, a sensible car, and a sensible wife named Beth who asked me twice a year if I ever thought about Leo. I always said no. That was a lie. I thought about him every time I saw a man walking too slowly, or laughing too loud, or wearing something that didn’t match. I thought about him in the quiet hours between midnight and three, when the world feels like a waiting room. “There is no ‘where art thou,’” he said