My brother and I are amusing separately, but when we're together we get in this zone. It's like we can read each other's minds, taking cues from the slightest intonations, and we'll go off for an hour on the randomest tangents. Before we know it we're reminiscing about frying Nazi soldiers in Dresden and eating them like bacon after convincing ourselves they were just pigs in helmets, and Mom and Val are watching on amazed.
"It's like they speak their own language," Mom says.
"I just sit back and watch," Val says.
I miss my brilliant physicist brother. Fuck Michigan. All cool people live in Massachusetts.
In Indiana two more days. I miss my Boston family.