Siblings

After Tripe left to return to Frankfurt, Thom and I agreed to not speak or see each other for at least a week.  We’re pretty close as far as siblings go, but we both agreed it would be best to spend some time apart after the copious volumes of quality bonding time we had during Tripe’s visit.  Best to just avoid any potential international incidents.

So I was surprised when he called a few days ago.  I had been out for my morning walk and Rocco had answered the call.  As I opened the door, Rocco yanked his finger out of his belly button, pulled his t-shirt back down, and said into the phone, “Guess who just walked in?”

I snapped off my ever fashionable fanny pack as he handed me the phone.  “Hello?” I asked, fully expecting to hear my mother’s voice in return.

“Hi.”

Thom is a man of many words.

“Does this mean we’re on speaking terms again?”

“I guess so.”

“Noted.  What’s up?”

“I’ve been catching up on the blog.  I noticed the last few entries feature quite a few of my one-liners…”

“Oh!  Is that a problem?”

“Well…”

“Was there something in there you didn’t want the world to know?”

“No…”

“Were you going to write about any of it?”

“Um, no…”

“I gave you credit for all your wittiness.”

“Yeah, I know…”

“I think I’m confused.”

“Yeah, this call isn’t going quite as I’d planned…”


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