Lips part, only a noise coming out. Oh…right. Laundry that day.
“You’re telling me to–” Another tired sigh, “Fine. Can you help me try to fix it. Please.”
“Oh? What was that? The sound of ‘Delsin’s right and Reggie’s wrong’?”
“You know what? I’ll help you, because you’re my brother.
But f i r s t I want to hear you say
that. ‘Delsin’s right and Reggie’s wrong.’”
There it was, that smarmy smile
spreading it’s way across his face,
“Say it.”
