I expected my brother to walk in at any time. He used to bully me and beat me up when we were little, and after spending six months in the county jail for assault and battery for almost killing a local man at the town’s only bar, he needed a place to stay, and so he asked me if I could put him up for the night. I wanted to tell him to get a motel room, but I understood that we were brothers despite our pasts. There was no running away from this man no matter what I did.That night while expecting him to arrive, I fell asleep inadvertently on my futon. Actually, one would better define it as a half-sleep, as I was in between the world of dreams and the hard reality that my brother would ring the doorbell any minute now. While struggling on the futon uncomfortably, I looked to the oversized p
