Mrs. M phoned me about 15 minutes ago as I sat in my “office” here at the justice center. “Did you know your brother is on the stand?”
“Yeah, the media is reporting it.” I checked, and read the article.
One of my first thoughts was that someone I know had bet twenty bucks that Mike wouldn’t testify. “Well, I guess [Friend] is out twenty bucks.”
Again, I’m only yards away from my brother. But the distance seems far greater at the moment. I’m tense at the moment — I feel it in my forearms and my thighs as I sit here typing, and my fingertips are cold. In a minute or two, when I stop typing, I’ll try once again to retreat into the world of Aubrey and Maturin. Mrs. M is on her way here.