I remember my brother as being the guy who could always help me and my friends with homework, the guy who’d lounge under a shade tree in the summer ...with a book.I know because I was often under the same tree with a book of my own. I grew up to be a librarian. He grew up to be an engineer. He married. I married. At least, for the most part, Keith and I were compatible. Keith was a good provider. He climbed quickly within an organization to become a vice-president. We lived comfortably and that. The appliances in the apartment were nothing to write home about, they weren't likely to survive the building's remodel. The range had one burner that didn't work and the oven temperature dial was missing, with a pair of vise-grips fastened to it and the temperatures of 350, 375, 400, 425 and 450 marked off on the oven itself with a marking pen. The refrigerator worked fine, though it was pretty noisy when the compressor was running, and the freezer compartment was small.Bedroom furniture was. The change was nothing short of astonishing, if I didn't know who the person in the mirror was you would never have been able to convince me that I was looking at a man! The woman staring at me from the mirror had full lips that begged to be kissed, her smoky brown eyelids and long curly lashed brought out an innocence in her eyes, and her soft fluffy hair cried out to have fingers run through it. She looked soft, innocent, a woman to be cared for, yet she was all me.What do you think of. "Go ahead and kill him. A few weeks in the swamp with the gators, he will never be found."Please no," he begged."You know what PETA is?" I asked."No," the old man whined."Well I am going to give you a choice. You either surrender these dogs to the shelter and confess to dog fighting right this fucking minute, or we are going for a walk in the swamp. The three of us are going in, but we won't all be coming back. Do you understand?" I asked."I ain't going to do no fucking time. I'd rather die,".