“You don’t have a brother.”
“I have a brother.”
“Claire has sent us a card every year since we got married. Your father calls on Mason’s birthday and talks about the river and the dog. I have been in that house. I slept in the room with the boat wallpaper. There was no brother in it.”
“He doesn’t live there the way you mean. He—”
“The ticket says he’s leaving from here. So he’s in this city. Now. Today.”
“Yes.”
“How long?”