I Might Have a Half-Brother?
The first, and last, time I saw him, he'd bitten through his tongue and its severed edges had just been stitched back together.
Our meeting was on an August day, which was sunny and blue-sky beautiful. My father, brother and I had driven from our Avalon rental apartment to Ocean City, New Jersey, in the car Daddy borrowed from his friend Paul. When we pulled up, Marie and the boy came outside to see us.
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