i had dinner with my sibling in spouse's absence. my motives were twofold:
1) have him agree to seeing our male progenitor for the holiday;
2) not see his roommate or animals.
i suppose he had been thinking of father, anticipating father's day. he brought forth painful memories weighted with pained criticism. it was as if instead of sitting on a patio in temperate weather, we had been transported into a courtroom: he, both the prosecution & impartial and just judge, who could sentence the plaintiff, our father, to be scorched forever by the flames of his psychological justice.
i didn't ask if he wanted to go with me. i hate going alone.