But then he went to America, and I could forget I had a brother. Which was fine with me! Why did he have to come home now?
That’s weird. She’s obviously speaking to a stranger, both because of the slightly too high-pitched tone of her voice and also because there’s no AJ in my house. How can she welcome someone home who isn’t?
If I walk into the kitchen, I run the risk of Mommy giving me another Pesach job, but curiosity gets the better of me, and I wander in to find out which mystery guest is moving into my house.
I would’ve been less shocked to see a green alien with purple horns leaning on the counter.
AJ, he’s my older brother, who I told all my friends went to learn in America. He went to America alright, but not to learn.
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