There's a soft, mirthless laugh from his brother; his grey eyes reflect only misery and frustration.
"Do you remember that one Christmas, when we were boys, and half of Dad's family showed up to dinner? When I broke the vase?"
The memory is fuzzy for him, distant and a little warped by time, but he can still recall most of the incident. But what he remembers most keenly is that sense of knowing he could bring all the endless chatter in the room to a halt, if only for a moment.
Of knowing there was a way of getting relief from something overwhelming.
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Date: 2012-06-11 02:15 am (UTC)"Do you remember that one Christmas, when we were boys, and half of Dad's family showed up to dinner? When I broke the vase?"
The memory is fuzzy for him, distant and a little warped by time, but he can still recall most of the incident. But what he remembers most keenly is that sense of knowing he could bring all the endless chatter in the room to a halt, if only for a moment.
Of knowing there was a way of getting relief from something overwhelming.