howell9000

SO....the saga continues...

I called my brother this morning, told him about what time I was going to be available to come over for class. If he needed me other than those times, I could do it, just let me know. No problems. Get out of class, I call him, and go over to his house. Everything still smooth.

We visit for a little bit, he has "Black Hawk Down" playing on the TV, interesting backdrop, the scene where they are working on the guy's femoral artery is especially poignant (foreshadowing). As I get ready to go, he lets me know that our mother has been calling and he hasn't returned her calls because he is "not in the mood for her shit."

I get home. I call him, to let the gravity of the situation settle upon him. I ask, again, if he is sure he doesn't want to return her calls. He says he is not in the mood. I let him know that she just wants to check on him and see how he is doing. He doesn't budge.

I call mother. We chit-chat about meaningless shit. I am not wanting to tell her what he said. Unfortunately, I could not avoid it forever, she mentions that Bill has not returned any of her calls. "I know, mom, I was just over there." Pregnant pause. "He said he wasn't in the mood." After that sinks in, she starts crying. That's a sound that tears at my very soul. We cry with each other for a bit, both saying we are okay, when we are anything but. I get off the phone with her.

I then call him back. He answers with an exasperated "WHAT?!?!" I say, in all liklihood, the last words to my brother. "Listen very closely. Two things: One, you made her cry. Two, I don't know you anymore. I'll talk to you later." and hung up the phone.