It was the day after Thanksgiving, when my older brother took me out for lunch and proceeded to tell me insidious tales from the darker side, dim discussions, death secrets, devious deceptions.
Basically, in a nutshell nothing appeared exactly as it seemed in years past. He began discussing rumors and innuendos about family members who are no longer around, and therefore not capable of confirming, or denying some of the strange assertions.
When an influential shrink is willing to risk memories for a yet unclear, or specific reason, only one person can try to match him at his own game: his little brother, or so he thinks…
Let’s start by calling him by his first name, Jorge. Formalities seem unnecessary. He is relatively rich, healthy, and an influential Miami shrink. He mostly gets what he wants because everything seems to be available to him, even my psyche I was beginning to fear.
Over the years I had learned to keep a part of myself locked away, but the more he demands of me, the more beguiled he becomes and that’s to my advantage. So I try to keep following his rules because he may not know that what he’s playing is really our super-sized sibling game... And winning is everything, right?