As The Terminator segued into Terminator 2, bitterness tainted Richard's tone as he uttered, "He likes Con better than me, you know."
Turning around while changing the DVDs, I asked inquisitively, "Huh?"
"It's true. I don't really care anyway. I think he's a d**k," Richard responded, absently picking at a thread on the flannel blanket in his lap.
While I shared the sentiment that Conrad could be difficult to get along with, I opted not to voice my agreement. Criticizing someone's father, even if justified, felt like crossing an unspoken boundary. After inserting the DVD, I sat back down, taking a corner of the blanket. "He's not so bad," I offered, attempting to play devil's advocate.
Richard shot me a look. "He is, and you know it. Con thinks he's God or something. So does your brothe
