Chapter 91

And yet he’s really the only one of my brothers I ever really talk to about anything that’s going on in my life, and he’s usually got pretty good advice, which can almost always be summed up as “go with the flow.” He’s supremely uncomplicated and, while I usually feel like an emotional train wreck around him, I also find his willingness to roll with the punches pretty stabilizing. Talking to Bertie about my crisis du jour usually helps me put things in perspective.

“So,” I asked him, as we rattled along the 80, “how is it with Ford back home?”

“It’s cool. He’s got some shit to work out with Vincene, and she’s been kind of in his face about it. I don’t think he’s too thrilled about being back home with his parents at thirty-eight, but he had to get out.”