Brother Cucker Part 2
We couldn’t afford to get married, we could barely even afford rubbers, but then, my boyfriend’s brother got a job… I turned 21, and got the beers, since Colm was still 19, and Sean was already home, when I got there. He had his own room, since we moved to a 2 bedroom, but he layed out his school books on the kitchen table, with a clamshell on the counter. “What’s this?” I put 5 of the beers in the fridge, and cracked one for myself. “Skirt steak,” he didn’t even look up from his notes, “With mushrooms, and bearnaise.” And a dry salad, I pushed out of the way to spear a mushroom, and a slice of meat on a fork. “Mh!” Chewed, and swallowed. “You made this?” Washed it down with a hit …