How did Greg take my success? Well, or so it seemed, at first. He loved me, after all; he wanted me to be happy; he wanted me to be successful; we both wanted happiness and success — not just for ourselves, for each other. He attended my publisher’s book launch party in Manhattan, at a place called Blue Smoke, a trendy barbecue joint down in the Flatiron district. I even signed a copy of my book for him. The book was dedicated to Greg, too, by the way. To Gregory, my better half, it said in understated italics in the middle of an otherwise blank page, as though whispered by me. It was the least I could do for my brother, who’d seen me through so many ups and downs, especially during those discouraging first years in New York. Now here I was, man of the hour, the toast of the town — well, t
