When we got in the Continental, Sam just had to give me the needle: “Sure you’re up to helping me get payback for Karl and Mom, old man? I mean, you being an over the hill one eye and all.”
“How’s about you shut up and let me think?”
Sam snickered as he left the Gardens and headed back into town. “Yeah, thinking. That’s always been your forte, hasn’t it? I know Uncle Karl was the brainiac of the family, don’t even pretend otherwise.”
I cringed as I considered just what kind of war stories my big brother must have filled this kid’s head with. It was plain that Karl had made me the clown of the family saga in Sam’s eyes.