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perpetrating what evils boys might perpetrate. This weekend would be no different. I expected to end my relationship with Violet during this weekend. By then, she would have outlived her usefulness.
    When I arrive home after an evening with Violet, Monty is waiting for me in the living room. He stubs out his cigarette in the same ornate crystal ashtray that Albert had used to crack his mother’s skull.
    “Where is Rachel?” I ask, alarmed.
    “It’s good to see you, too.”
    “Sorry. Where is she?”
    “Upstairs, asleep. She was very upset.”
    “Not exactly unheard of around here.”
    “She was upset about this.” He tossed a sheaf of legal papers across the coffee table. “And frankly, so am I.”
    The papers were a guardianship agreement. They named Monty as the legal guardian of Albert should something happen to Rachel or me.
    “I would think that you of all people would recognize the necessity of these papers,” I said. “If something happens, I don’t want Albert to be forgotten in some basement somewhere. Like us.”
    “You know I understand. You know that. And you should know that you don’t need papers for me to look after Albert. I would do it regardless.”
    “Then I’m failing to see the problem. We seem to be in agreement here. Rachel and I want you to be Albert’s godfather, and you’ve accepted. Let’s sign the papers.”
    “Rachel refuses to sign. And I refuse, too.”
    “I don’t understand. It’s for the best. You said yourself—”
    “You worry me, Adam. If you had come to me a couple of years ago and wanted to do this, I would have been all for it. Hell, a couple of months ago even, but lately you seem preoccupied. More than that, you don’t seem yourself. I worry about you. And now you come to me with this guardianship idea just out of the blue. It’s like you’re thinking about death. I worry about you.”
    “Why? What have I done that is so unusual, so bad?”
    “You’re changing.”
    “Not for the better, I take it.”
    “I don’t know, you tell me.”
    “There’s nothing to tell.”
    Monty lit another cigarette and appraised his little brother. We both know that I will always be his little brother, and even where a parent or a spouse can’t, the big brother can always spot the lie. And why shouldn’t he? He taught the little brother how to lie.
    “You’re having an affair, aren’t you?”
    “Are you my brother or my wife?”
    “Rachel has already asked me.”
    “If I’m having an affair?”
    “Sure.”
    “And what did you tell her?”
    “That you aren’t capable of something like that. That you love her.”
    “You told the truth.”
    “Now you tell me the truth. You can’t lie to me, you never could. Are you?”
    “No.”
    “You’re different, Adam. Something about you. Tell me.”
    “I do have a secret relationship.”
    “With who?”
    “A psychiatrist.”
    “A shrink? You? You’re the most levelheaded person I know.
    “Sometimes I don’t feel levelheaded.”
    “Yeah, well, none of us do all the time.”
    “I have bad thoughts.”
    “Me too. Very bad. So what?”
    “Unhealthy thoughts.”
    “Okay, okay. Look, if things are really getting that bad, come to me, I’ll help you. You know that I’ll always help you. I always have.”
    Yes , I thought, like what you did to Denise that summer; that was a big help. What you did to that girl. What you did, you did for me. Helped me to become the man I am today.
    “I always will.”
    “I know,” I said, but it was all a lie. I pushed the papers across to him. “Here, take these. At least think it over some more. I’ll talk to Rachel. We’ll get it all settled. For Albert’s sake.”
    Many unpleasant things can happen in our childhood, and mine and Monty’s was no exception. I do not blame him for the tragedies of my life, and he has in fact saved me from many of these tragedies. I hold no ill will toward my brother. I could never hurt Monty. I love my brother.

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