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but he didn’t have a check ready as he had said.
    “I decided that you aren’t going to bully me anymore,” Jack said. “Here’s a restraining order; if you come near me or my family, I’ll press charges, do you understand me?” The bell whistled, indicating the train was about to leave the station. Jack was reaching into his jacket to grab the envelope containing the restraining order when he fell over. No indication that anything was wrong had been given, no grabbing of the chest or contortion of the face; he silently fell.
    Bill reached into Jack’s jacket and grabbed the envelope, and his fingers touched the wallet; he didn’t plan to take it, but it was right there, waiting. At the last moment, he was able to leap to freedom before the train doorsclosed. Just seconds had passed, less than a minute for the entire scenario to run through. He didn’t think Jack would die! He loved his brother! At the very worst, he thought he may have simply fainted. But a fatal heart attack? No fucking way!
    Their mutual friends and relatives always said Bill looked up to Jack with reverence. “My brother, Jack,” Bill would say when he was introducing him to friends. He’d have a big smile on his face and a hand outstretched worshipfully in Jack’s direction. No other words were necessary; it was clear what Bill thought of his older brother. Bill was bigger than Jack, but only in physical stature. Jack eventually escaped their nightmare of a childhood. He left Bill behind, but not before threatening Harold with death. He did it the day he left home to move in with Pam.
    “If you touch Bill again, I will kill you,” he had said to the old man. “I’ll make sure that your clients, your staff, and my mother knows the truth.” And he was serious. It worked, because Harold never came near his son again, unless it was in the presence of other people. He avoided being alone with Bill because the temptation to abuse his own flesh and blood was strong. His compulsion was magnified by habit. The boys were always there and available to him, so whatever his impulse, be it to beat and cause physical pain or to force himself sexually on his sons, once they were no longer available to him, the habit of it was the toughest to overcome.
    His wife, Bernice, was overjoyed to be the recipient of so much attention from her husband. They hadn’t had sex for years. Suddenly, after having left her bed to sleep in his study for the past decade, he was coming to her nightafter night and making love to her with such passion and physical aggression she was afraid he might have a heart attack.
    Sixty-four days, twelve hours, and sixteen minutes after he was incarcerated, Bill was released from Rikers Island Prison into the custody of his angry wife, Anne. He smelled bad and looked thin, haggard, and contrite. She was livid. Anne hated driving in the city, and this was the worst time of day to do so. Traffic into Queens had been horrendous, and by the time she got to the prison parking lot, her hands were shaking so badly she couldn’t get the keys out of the ignition.
    They walked out of the prison’s main building side by side, Anne not having made eye contact or directly speaking to him once. Now there didn’t seem to be a way she could avoid it. Opening the trunk, she pointed to its interior before walking around to the driver’s side to open the door.
    “Put your stuff in there,” she growled. “None of that crap is coming into the house without being fumigated.”
    He did as he was told, closing the trunk with a thud. Having been pushed around and told what to do every second of every day for the past two months, he hadn’t noticed yet that his wife had crossed that imaginary line drawn on their wedding day fifteen years ago: Never, ever talk disrespectfully to Bill Smith, or suffer the consequences .
    At that moment, she cared less if he were to haul off and smack her across the face. She would gouge his eyes out if he dared to get