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Sam was petting Stinker.
I found him sitting in front of the house, the College Grandpa had bought. The park was part of the campus, and not ours, although Grandpa took on the responsibility of taking care of the adjacent park when he bought the College building.
I sat next to Sam on the bench, and put my hand on his head, ruffling his hair. I did not pet him, though.
My brother wasn't an animal, and he deserved my respect.
He looked at me, his expression that of a lost little boy.
"Dana… You're still my Big Sis, right?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Thankfully, I had excellent hearing.
"Of course I am," I said, ruffling his hair again, and gave him a bear hug, bringing him close to me, dragging him across the bench. He didn't resist, although Stinker did, giving us a loo
