*Isadora*
The door opens and before I can even react, and the duffel bag is taken from my grip.
“He didn't seem awfully happy”. Micah says. I visualize him with his nose shoved against the window, anticipating my arrival, following as I said good-bye to my brother.
I shouldn't have been thrilled with the idea that he has been eager for my return. Nothing of any significant character can evolve between us. He can't be part of my lasting strategies, my future. He is solely the means to an end, just as I am for him. We will help each other in attaining our objectives and then we will amicably part ways and get on with our existences.
He moves back and I step through the doorway. “I question that his problem with knowing this location to be a brothel some mates had told him about, will las
