CHAPTER TEN
YOU LOGGED ON
EM I’m going to pre-entertain you, so that when you get up and are all sad and angry and hurt and wanting to kill someone, you can read this instead.
EM “So,” I said to Brother when he strolled in the door this afternoon. (The man hardly works. It’s amazing the way he gets paid for doing nothing but writing a few papers and teaching a couple of classes. Why can’t I find a job like that?) “Would you like to explain this?”
He raised his Unibrow. (Still no signs of plucking, but I’m not giving up hope. I put Mom’s extra pair of tweezers on his pillow. Maybe they’ll get kinky and she’ll pluck his Unibrow for him.) “You seem to misunderstand the basic principles behind the parent-child relationship. Traditionally, it is the parent who asks for an explanation of the
