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was behaving. “Consider us even since you got me home, but…what questions told you it was me?”
    “Well I asked if you knew where Margaret Street was, first. And you blinked up at me then mumbled you used to live there. Then I asked if you knew a Mr. Arnold Fletcher.” Daniel only raised his brows and Seth’s grin looked almost sadistic. “You said you did. And if you ever saw the sick bastard again, you’d kill him.”
    Daniel fought the disgusted smirk as his hopeful Sofia had the wrong person theory slipped through his clutches. Fuck . Then there was the weird feeling of being known but not knowing exactly how known. “I’m sorry to say Seth that I don’t have a lot of memory of my childhood. With you I mean.”
    There was a slight flicker in his face, maybe disappointment, or maybe something else entirely. He shrugged. “I remember a lot.”
    Did Daniel want to know? Yeah, kinda. “Good memories I hope.”
    Seth looked out the window, his young face grooved with contemplative lines at his forehead and smile lines at his mouth. Like the things he concluded were fanfuckingtastic. “I remember how daddy always gave you money.” Seth turned his attention to the maps on the walls. “I wasn’t jealous, I was glad you got stuff.”
    He finally looked at Daniel and it was hard not to give a dry laugh. Hard not to tell him why he gave him things. “It wasn’t what you thought,” was all Daniel said.
    “Well you were the smart one, I’m thinking that had something to do with it. I took after momma. Dumb as a donkey’s ass dad would say. I know he was just joking, cause he’d always laugh.”
    Daniel was torn with trying to remember and dealing with what Seth said and how he might actually believe his father wouldn’t mean that one hundred and fifty percent. “Seth…I hate to break this to you but the man we knew as our father was and is a bastard. He may have given me money and things, but it’s the other things he gave me that I’ll never forgive him for. All I can say is I’m glad you left and I’m glad I have no memories of you or us because I’m sure they wouldn’t be good.”
    Seth seemed torn. “Well I remember good things, I mean I remember you w ere good to me.”
    Daniel suddenly felt caged and stifled and a stranger in his own damn head.
    “ I think maybe you felt sorry for me. You always bought me stuff from that corner store every day after school. Remember?” Seth frowned, like he couldn’t fathom Daniel not recalling.
    Daniel didn’t know what to say. It was obviously something his supposed brother remembered clear as day and something Daniel forgot clear as day. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember.”
    Seth ’s caramel eyes brightened with hope. “You always bought me the same thing. A bag of chips, a soda and a sucker. With the tootsie roll inside.” The smile he wore was downright child-like and Daniel was suddenly feeling sick. Seemed like he should remember something about this shit. What was wrong with him? Did he have some hidden psychosis?
    Daniel propped his elbows on the desk and clasped his hands. “Where did you go Seth? I mean when you left at seven. Do you remember?”
    “Oh yeah. I went to Uncle Joes , Daddy’s brother. He raised me. Good man. Gave me everything he could. Aunt Regina died two years after I got there but I never wanted for a thing.”
    “Did they have any other kids?” Daniel couldn’t remember. Daniel should have known at least where he’d been shipped off to. But then it was hard to care at that time. His every waking moment was filled with the when, what, how, and why’s of his sexual abuse from his father and his endless dirty whores.
    He shook his head. “Just me. I was their blessing. Put me through college. One day I’ll show you my journal. It’s kinda like a scrap book really. I like to keep track of life, you know? Remember the good things.”
    A scrap book? A Betty Crocker for a brother. Was he gay? Maybe bi? That would