Chapter 31: RazzmatazzDear Joey,
Yes, Joey. That was the name Mom and Dad gave you. My brother Joey. I remember your little white crib in the living room. And the day a young pregnant woman came to pick it up and I knew then you were dead forever. When Mom was pregnant with you, I wished you’d be a soccer player so that Dad would have the son he wanted and I could pass unnoticed.
I’m going to call you Joey from now on. After all, you do deserve more than a nickname.
God, I wish you’d lived. I’d have a brother now. My very own brother.
Joey, I don’t know why everything is changing and why I seem to be the instigator of these changes. You see, part of me is lured by the idea of Nick and I opening up our marriage to Myles, while the other part of me watches the whole thing unfold with awe
