"SIS!"

Resisting the temptation to ignore my brother’s yelling, I made my way over to the front door and opened it slowly.

"Glen it’s two in the morning," I say, trying to stress the tiredness in my voice. But like always, my drunk brother ignored it.

"I thought I’d come pop in for a chat," he explained, pushing his way past me and into my living room. I went to the cupboard and grabbed a sheet and pillow. I’d known him for twenty-six years… he needed a place to crash.

"Glen why are you here?" I ask softly as I hand him the linen. He’s already made himself comfortable on my couch.

"Lana kicked me out… again." He giggled a bit at his words. I could smell the bourbon. His head was going to kill tomorrow. "She said I was putting Aiden before her… but the guy’s just split up from Ashley, I’m just helping him ease back into the single life…"

"Hon, do you really think that’s your position?" I ask, sitting on the arm of the couch. "You’ve been married longer than he has. Maybe just leave him to sort out his social life."

"I was just trying to help him, you know?" I nod understandingly. "The poor guy’s wasted two years of his life on someone he doesn’t even know."

"You don’t know that Glen."

"He told me," he replied confidently. "He said they never fought, but it’s because they hardly spoke. Just went about doing their own thing. It was like solitary fucking confinement… sorry about the French Spence."

"It’s ok. Where’s Aiden tonight then?"

"He stayed out on the town," Glen said with a sly smile. I couldn’t help but feel frustrated. "Was getting very comfortable with some blonde college girl."

"And you wonder why Lana kicked you out…" I said under my breath, before patting his head and making my way upstairs. "Silly, silly boys…"