Brother Broken
Denis needed quiet time to recover
from the accident, so Mom and Dad gave him a bedroom all to himself. If he
needed to escape the din of the rest of us, he could find solace there.
He fixed his room to suit his personality. He organized his
stuff with precision and kept his space neat and orderly. There was a Meccano
set with all its parts, a stamp and pad collection with no missing stamps, and
an assortment of Elgo building bricks. A chess set occupied a prime location
next to his bed. He kept his books on a shelf, arranged in precise order. His
organizational system intrigued me and drew the attention of all his younger
siblings. We were attracted to his room like magnets to metal. Knowing his
space was off limits only made us keener to trespass.
“Denis, kin I watch you?” I stretched to see above the
tabletop.
“OK, but don’t touch anything.” He resumed his task, and
then added, “Who was in my stuff yesterday? You guys need to stay out of my
room.”
To keep us out, Dad installed a hook-and-eye lock on the
door of Denis’s bedroom. We couldn’t reach the lock unless we used something to
stand on, so Dad gave us a stern warning for added effect.
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