ws, Osip is being driven to the bus station. A man sits by his side with a gun in his lap, aimed squarely at my brother to keep him rooted to his seat. Soon,
t just what Osip is, or what he has become, r
m I be
e-out like a watermelon, unnoticed until
I can. W
le's lives and livelihoods in the palms of our hands. That's why the rules are so import
ber liquid aro
rother broke the rules. In
he law of brotherhood, o
Gavril, tha
about
kill my own brot
. It doesn't want me-I'm not accused. Or maybe even the red
If you know the enemy and know yourself, you
long swig, an
terrible mista
e still-I know that if I had to,
w what to m
O
tc
rtips clamp down on the cardboard box. As I move it to join theever the fancy struck him, as opposed to putting
that I get a little twisted spurt of pleasu
ery industry-pollock and poppy seed bagels and spicy plantain chips and diapers all in such a chaos th
I di
s. And, in my case-the evening shift, from three in the afternoon until closing
ybe I've foun
there's no clock back here, and I don't carry my phone on me
trewn in several corners. Huh, I hadn't even noticed before
cking and restocking-the mindlessness of perfecting each item's place
ave to deal with all the problems waiting at home. I don't even have to think about
ten-pound Basmati bag, which i
ts weight, the soun
ota Prius please move their car? I repeat, would the owner of the black T
ing a pint-sized parking space right where the delivery truck needed
ker, though, there's music: "Joy t
too lazy to turn on music at all, Christmas or
of the door flap behi
g presence. A tense up your back, a shiver around your rib ca
song
ould be funny, or cute, or at least worth offering a forced smile at the very least. Even i
a 'joy' having you i
cheer up-it's yo
u're my pride and joy,
uben. Staring-Too-Long, Standing-Too-C
al, give him a glanc
way. Please,
now." He sure is. "Y
ind Ruben, rip it open and dump it on his stupid head, then mash the bag in fu
eing me. "Ah, the two of us at Briarwoo
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