27
WHITLEY
I tromped up the hill toward the country club. Night was falling rapidly as the sun began to set on the horizon. Soon, we’d have to find our seats on the hill to watch the fireworks, but for now, I was supposed to meet my mom.
I was halfway there when footsteps sounded behind me. I jerked around. My New York instincts taking over. But all I found was my brother jogging toward me.
“Jesus, you scared me. What are you doing?” I asked, falling into step beside him.
“Sorry about that. You should watch taking the Lord’s name in vain here. Someone might go apoplectic.”
I rolled my eyes. “We’re way past that for me.”
He laughed. And suddenly, we were kids again. My big brother, the perfect model older brother, who did everything right, and his wayward little sister. It felt right
