I also have one younger brother.
Greg.
Growing up, Greg was everyone’s favorite.
Funny.
Loud.
Charming.
He had Dad’s broad shoulders and Mom’s blue eyes.
He played football, dated cheerleaders, and somehow managed to charm teachers even when he never finished his assignments.
I was the opposite.
Responsible.
Quiet.
Always home before curfew.
I went to nursing school, moved away, built a career.
I loved Greg.
I still do.
But even as children, I knew he could get away with things I never could.
Greg stayed in Altoona.
At twenty-eight, he started a construction business called Larsen & Sons Contracting even though there had never actually been any sons involved.
He just thought the name sounded established.
For a while, the business did well.
He married Vanessa at thirty.
She was a dental hygienist.
Gentle.
Steady.
Dark hair usually pulled into a ponytail.
She had a laugh that always sounded as if she hadn’t expected to be amused.
They had two children.
