Neal was in his backyard swinging at golf balls when I reached his house. He was wearing blue track pants, a white tee shirt, and flip flops. He’d lost weight since the last time I’d seen him during Christmas and he looked good. My brother has always been bigger and taller than I am. He’s not quite six feet, but pretty close. His sandy colored hair (what was left of it) was cropped close to his head and his eyes were shielded with sunglasses.
He grabbed me for a hug and mussed my hair. “How was your flight?”
“Great.”
“It should have been f*****g fantastic considering how much I paid for it. Speaking of which, I left some cash for you in your room. It’s just some spending money.”
“Jesus, cash and a first class ticket. You are feeling generous, aren’t you?”
Neal shrugged. “I’m a generou
