They are so funny when all together...bickering, wrestling, laughing...they sit and tell stories from the "good" days. They talk about their alliances when they were little, picking sides and mostly ganging up on big bro Jeff, about the many broken bones, about Jeffrey'sfireworks displays and near misses. Such boys. They talk about "our" mom, "our" houses, "our" schools, watching football games with their mom cheering for the same team, passionate about it as a family...a time when they were acting as a complete family unit...
Individually they talk about the bad times...only whrn alone. As a family it's as if there is a pact to maintain secrecy, to circle the wagons and cut off the world.
Sometimes I think they will all make it. They will all rise above the chaos and addictions. Sometimes when they are laughing and eating huge plates of food I forget how crazy their lives have been. I think for at least dinner, they forget too. That is good. Maybe it will be enough.
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