When I went downstairs for coffee the next morning, I could hear Eric outside on the back patio, arguing with someone on his cell phone. His back was turned so he couldn’t see me inside on the sun porch.
“It’s none of your f*****g business!” he said. “No, it isn’t, Greg!”
Christ. I should have known he was arguing with one of his brothers. With Gary away on vacation with his family, I assumed Greg was forced to serve as Eric’s sole overlord for the week. I backed away to give Eric some privacy and was about to head to the kitchen for coffee when he said something that made me remain in place.
“Of course, he doesn’t know. We’ve only been seeing each other for, what, a few months? I can’t tell him about that. Why’d you even bring it up?” There was a pause as he listened to his brother’s r
