My Kid Brother
Copyright © 2003
By Lee Mariner
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Dalton dozed off and on with his head on my shoulder, his hand resting
lightly on my thigh. Stirring occasionally to reposition
himself, he would murmur softly without waking. "The sleep of the
innocent," I mused to myself, remembering the times that I had tucked
him into his bed when he was much younger.
The tires hummed softly on the ribbon of asphalt, and rows of corn
heavily laden with silken tassels stood like military sentinels on
each side of the roadway as we sped by. A soft breeze
blew from the west rustling the broad dark green leaves of the
countless stalks; and the golden sun with hints of crimson hung just
above the horizon in a cloudless, azure blue sky. "A typical
Indiana afternoon," I thought to myself as we sped along the highway
The green curtain slowly thinned as we approached the city limits
giving way to rows of homes built where farms had once been.
Richmond was a growing, busy city; but fortunately we would avoid the
city since Dad had had the foresight after World War II to
purchase several acres of wooded land from one of the farmers and build
our house outside of the city limits.
When Dad built the house outside of Richmond, we were still considered
to be living in the country. Times had
changed after the war, and more and more acreage was developed as
families moved outside of the hectic city environment. Gravel
roads were paved with asphalt, and utilities were installed as
houses were built. Where fields of corn, soybean and wheat had
once grown, building lots had been laid out and homes built with
minimal thought given to landscaping or the planting of
trees. Our home sat back from the roadway among the trees fronted
by a lush green lawn divided by a gravel-covered drive.
The western breeze had freshened, rustling the leaves of the trees;
as I pulled onto the driveway, the crunching of the tires on gravel
wakened Dalton. Stretching his arms in front of him as he sat up,
said, "Damn, Carl, you shouldn't have let me sleep so long."
"Why not? You probably needed it after last night," I said
grinning at him as I continued teasingly. "I like looking at you
when you sleep; you look so damned innocent, but I know better."
"You think you do," he replied impishly as he slid back across the seat
looking through the windshield and exclaiming, "Hey, what time is it?
Dad's car is parked beside the house so it must be after five o'clock."
"Yep, it is," I said, glancing at my wristwatch. "It's almost
five-thirty, and I hope Mom and Dad haven't eaten supper yet; I am
"Me too," he replied, arching his back and then pressing his hands down
into his groin and groaning, "I've gotta piss real bad."
"You shouldn't have drunk that soda at Jake's before we left," I
chuckled, noticing dad coming out onto the side porch as I drove around
Grabbing the door handle as I pulled to a stop, Dalton said quickly as
got out, "You drank coffee."
He gave me a look of anguish as he bolted out of the door and rushed
past dad who had descended the steps and was walking toward us.
Stopping in mid-stride and looking at Dalton as he rushed past him, he
turned and said "What is Dalton's problem, did you two have a fight?"
"No, Sir, no fight," I said chuckling at his inaccurate observation and
closing the car door that Dalton had left open. "He had coffee and
juice at breakfast, and he drank a soda before we left. Little
Brother has a serious bladder problem that couldn't wait."
"Well, I hope he makes it," Dad said laughing softly, his eyes
twinkling with amusement as he pulled the lobe of his ear, and
continued. "Did you guys have a good week, Son?" he
asked, extending his hand as he approached. "We didn't expect you
to be home until tomorrow or Sunday."
"We had a great time, Dad," I replied, shaking his hand warmly as I
spoke. "But since I'm leaving on Monday, we thought we should come
back early and spend some time with you and Mom."
"Your Mother will like that," he said, clapping his free hand over
mine and squeezing gently.
"Yes, Sir," I said, looking into his eyes and responding to the
pressure as we shook hands.
Dad had never been an overly emotional man, but I knew that inwardly
his feelings were much the same as Mother's were even though he did not
espouse them as emotionally as she did.
With the exception of the box of linens that mother had sent with us,
we had put our bags into the Pony's small trunk. When I opened
the trunk, Dad stepped forward and said, "Let me take those, and
you can get that box out of the back seat."
I started to object; but before I could, he grabbed the bags and
lifted them effortlessly from the trunk and set them on the ground
before closing the lid.
"You really don't have to do that, Dad," I protested anyway, admiring
the bulge of his biceps as he lifted the bags.
"Why not?" he replied glancing at me and grinning. "Don't you think
your old man can handle a couple of suitcases?"
"No, I wasn't thinking that; but Dalton could have gotten them," I
answered, flushing slightly and remembering he was by no means a
weakling. Years of hard labor were obvious, and it didn't
take close observation to see the results of military discipline from
his army days and hard work.
"Ha...," he said good-naturedly. "He is probably still taking a leak,
or your mother has corralled him. Come on, grab the box out of
the back seat; and let's get inside to supper before your mother has my
hide," he chuckled. "I don't know how she does it, but I swear she
knew you boys were going to be home today, and she has fixed enough for
"She has her ways, Dad," I said grunting slightly as I removed the box
from the car.
"She always has had," he replied as we headed toward the side porch
was right. We heard Mother fussing mildly at Dalton when we
opened the screen door into the utility room. "Dalton Evers, you
will be the death of me yet. I declare, the older you get the
more forgetful you become," she said scolding him gently but without
anger. "Scooting by me without so much as a
"Your brother is in hot water again," Dad said quietly, looking at me
with a twinkle in his eyes.
"It sounds like it," I said in agreement, visualizing Dalton dashing
through the kitchen ignoring mother in his haste to relieve his aching
Dad hesitated for a moment chuckling softly and then said, "I learned
long ago, Son, that a quick kiss on the cheek solves many a problem
with your mother. Dalton has that yet to learn, so I guess we had
better rescue him."
"Yes, Sir," I replied, following him into the kitchen just as Dalton
started to answer mother's feigned anger.
"But, Mom, I..., I had to, to...," he started to plead, stopping and
glancing pitifully at Dad and me as we entered the kitchen.
I had to turn my head to avoid laughing out loud at the dilemma he was
in. He was standing helplessly in the doorway; and, whereas in
car there had been a pronounced bulge in his crotch, it had been
replaced by the faint but still noticeable outline of his flaccid cock
with a damp spot where the crown was. His broad chest was heaving
slightly from probably running back up the cellar steps. His face
blazed crimson; and his mouth opened and closed as he stammered,
searching for the words that would absolve him of his oversight.
For a moment, it didn't look as if she was going to let him off; when,
hearing dad behind her, she turned and looked at us.
"Mother," he said in a conciliatory tone. "The boy had to take
care of urgent business in the bathroom."
"Oh...,: she flared, winking at dad. "And that is the reason I
don't get a hug?"
"No, Ma'am, er, Yes, Ma'am, but you get one now." Dalton
quickly, wrapping his arms around mother's waist before he was in any
Dad looked at me smiling as they embraced. The storm, even though
we knew it was feigned, had passed; but it didn't surprise us when she
pushed Dalton away and said, "You can set the table, Young Man
and you two can wash up," she ordered, turning toward us and waving her
hand towel with authority. "Supper is almost ready."
"Yes, Ma'am," Dad and I replied, moving quickly, almost stumbling over
each other to do as we had been bidden.
Dalton winked at me as he went to the cupboards, and I could see he was
relieved at how easily he had gotten off the hook. It
had been a charade, but none of us ever took Mother's reprimands
Mother as well as he did, Dad was right about the amount of food she
had prepared; and, after washing up, we
sat down to a supper of broiled pork chops, hominy, snap green beans,
sliced tomatoes and cornbread. Dad waited to say grace
sliced another tomato and added the slices to those that she had
already prepared. We all joined hands around the table, and
I noticed grace was a little longer than usual as he gave thanks for
the Lord's bounty and our safe return.
"Amen," was hardly spoken before Dalton was filling his plate. He
would have very little to say while he ate, unless he was spoken to.
While we were eating, I answered most of the questions about our short
vacation at Lake Gaston. Dalton contributed an occasional nod or
glance as we were talking in generalities; but, when he heard me
describing the cottage we had stayed in, he placed his fork on his
plate, and wiping his lips with his napkin, looked at me intently as
"Dad," I started slowly, trying to choose my words carefully.
"Why don't you and Mom drive to Lake
Gaston and take a vacation once in awhile? The village is quiet
and really not so far that you couldn't take a week or a weekend off
every now and then and relax. You could stay at one of the
cottages like we did."
"That sounds nice, Carl, but it's not that we don't get away," Dad said
as he buttered a thick slice of cornbread. "We like to visit your
Aunt Bertha and Uncle Bill over in Kentucky when we have the
time. In fact, we had plans to visit them for a few days when you
called that you were coming home. It would have been nice if you
had went with us but, you boys hadn't seen each other for such a long
time that we understood you and Dalton wanting to stay home.
Didn't we, Mother?"
"Yes, and they missed seeing you, Carlton; it has been a
long time since we all were there," Mother answered
glancing at Dad before she continued. "It is a pretty long drive
though even with Dalton helping your father with the driving since he
got his license."
"That's why you and Dad should go to Lake Gaston; it's a lot closer,"
Dalton said abruptly.
Silence fell over the table for a few seconds, and Dalton glanced at me
when I nudged his leg with mine. I didn't want to push the idea
of Lake Gaston very quickly, but I was relieved when Dad said, "I never
gave that much thought, Dalton, but you may be right. It's been
years since we were over that way, and it wouldn't hurt to take a drive
some Sunday after church and just see how much it's grown up since we
there. As I remember it, you boys changed clothes in the car, and
Carlton had a hard time keeping you out of the water. What do you
think, Mother, would you like to visit Lake Gaston again?" He asked,
chuckling as he finished his thoughts and
looked at her.
"He swims a lot better now than he did then, Dad," I interjected
before Mother could reply.
Dalton nudged my leg; and, glancing at me with his head lowered
slightly, he winked and quickly brought another fork full of hominy to
his lips as Mother started to answer Dad.
"That is up to you, William, but," she answered slowly with a hint of
anticipation in her voice, "a drive
after church this Sunday
would be nice, and it's been a long time since we all enjoyed supper in
a nice restaurant."
"This Sunday, Mother?" Dad asked, glancing at me. "I don't think
we could this Sunday since Carlton is leaving on Monday."
"There is no reason we couldn't, Dad," I answered. "There isn't
very much that I need to pack, and Dalton and I could show you the
cottage we stayed in," I said, glancing at Dalton who was sitting
wide-eyed with his mouth half open. " After we show you the cottage, we
could introduce you to Mr. Ballard, the agent who is handling the
purchase of the cottage for me."
I could probably have handled it a little better than I did, but I
never was very good at beating around the bush. Dalton's fork was
suspended in mid-air with a large morsel of pork impaled on the
tines. Mother in her astonishment had dropped her hands into her
lap and was looking at me wide-eyed, but I could see that Dad was
as he slowly chewed the food in
his mouth. I was hoping for support from Dalton, but he sat
immobile except for the movement of his fork to his lips. I was
not exactly sure what else I should say, but again Dad got me off the
"Well now....,you are full of surprises, aren't you, Carl?" he said
slowly as he continued eating. "Is that the reason you and your
brother came home today instead of later in the weekend?"
"No, Sir, not entirely," I answered. "I hadn't even thought about
buying the cottage, but Mr. Ballard, the agent who handled the rental
for us, convinced me that it was a really
good opportunity since the owners were anxious to sell. By using
my veterans' benefits, I got a low interest rate on
Mom had recovered from her initial astonishment while Dad and I were
talking; and just as I was about to tell him about needing him to help
with the final details, she said quietly, "Don't you think you should
have spoken with your father about it first, Carlton? Buying
property is a big decision and even more so with you being in the navy
and away so long."
Her gentle reprimand surprised me, and for a moment I was at a loss for
words when Dad interceded. "Mother, Carlton doesn't need our
permission; but," he said turning to look at me, his eyes twinkling, "a
little advance notice would be been nice."
"I'm sorry, Mom and Dad," I said. "I guess I should have spoken
you first since I'll
need your help, but it happened pretty fast, and there wasn't much time
since I am leaving before everything can be completed."
"And what help do you need?" Dad asked as he continued eating.
"Not very much," I replied, trying to eat and think at the same time.
"I've taken care of the down payment, but I need to give you a power of
attorney so you can sign the final closing papers."
"How are you going to do that, Carlton?" Mother asked, looking at Dad
as she spoke. "You will be leaving on Monday."
"Yes, Ma'am; but I was hoping that Dad could call Mr. Herman, his
lawyer, and ask if he could draw it up on Monday before I leave.
My plane doesn't leave until three o'clock in the afternoon and that
should give him time if he'll do it."
"I could call Sam after supper and see what he thinks," Dad said,
chuckling and contemplatively rubbing his cheek as he continued.
"It might cost me a few strokes the next time we play golf, but I guess
it will depend on how heavy his work load is."
"Oh, tosh, William," Mom said as she got up from the table.
"After all you have done for Sam Herman, there is no reason he
be able to do you a favor when you ask him for one. Heavens to
mercy, you went through the war together; and that counts for
"Yes, Mother, I know," Dad said grinning at Dalton and me. "Right
now though, I would like another cup of coffee and a piece of that pie
before the boys and I sit on the front porch and talk about this some
Snorting softly as she always did when Dad had a discussion at home
excluded her, she served the pie; and after filling Dad's cup, she
refilled our milk glasses. We knew that after we had discussed the
options and requirements of the purchasing of the cottage, he would
give mother all of the details when they were alone.
we had finished eating, Dalton and I helped clear the table while Dad
went into the living room for his pipe and tobacco to have his usual
after supper smoke. After helping Mother, Dalton and I went out
on the porch to wait for him. Usually he would retreat to his
work shop for an after supper drink and have his smoke in deference to
Mother's dislike of smoking in the house.
The sun had descended below the horizon leaving the sky various shades
of orange, red and the light purple that preceded the inky dark.
The twinkling stars increased in intensity as the darkness fell,
and the westerly breeze had shifted more northerly. The
rustling of the tree leaves were less audible as the breeze decreased
in intensity, and Dalton and I sat on the top step close enough for
our shoulders to touch. I felt the warmth of the pressure
as he leaned closer; and as I placed my hand on the hard muscles of his
thigh and squeezed, I said, "Are you okay, Squirt? You hardly said
anything at supper."
"Oh, yeah, I'm okay," he said, breathing in deeply and, leaning
placed his elbows on his knees. "I was just thinking about what
Mom said about the four of us being together; and I started thinking
about your leaving again, that's all."
Moving my hand from his thigh and placing it on his back between his
shoulder blades, I felt the tenseness in his muscles. Flexing my
fingers and moving my hand in slow circles, I whispered, "I don't like
leaving you either, Dalt, and these past few days with you have been
the best of my life.
Learning that you and I are so much alike has meant more to me than I
can tell you."
"Me too," he said, turning his head and looking at me with tear
"Hey, don't start that, Kid, or Dad will catch us both crying if you
I said gently squeezing and massaging his hard deltoid muscles.
"Would that be bad, Carlie?" he said emotionally, rubbing his eyes with
the knuckles of one hand and saying softly, "At least I wouldn't
have to hide how I feel."
I was moving my hand over his back and trying to think what to say
when I heard the squeak of the screen door opening behind us; and,
quickly removing my hand from his back, I whispered, "Easy, Dalt."
"Jesus," I thought quickly. "He couldn't have heard us, but I
hope he didn't see me rubbing Dalton's back."
"Hey guys, good news," Dad said nonchalantly with no indication that he
had seen anything out of the ordinary as he
stepped out onto the porch, the screen door closing behind
him. "I called Sam, Carl; and, after I explained what we
needed, he said he would have a general power of attorney drawn up; and
he could see us between nine and nine-thirty Monday morning."
"That's great, Dad," I exclaimed, nudging Dalton and twisting around to
look up at Dad standing over us. "Seeing him that early will
still leave plenty of time for us to drive to the
"And," he grunted, pulling his wicker rocking chair closer and sitting
down. "We can still drive to the lake on Sunday if you boys want to;
your Mother would like that. I'm afraid Dalton will have to
you to the
airport on Monday, Carl," he said. " I've got to work, and your
church club meets on
"I don't think he will mind doing that, will you, Dalt?" I said, giving
him a playful punch in the ribs.
"No," he grunted. "But, if it's okay, I think I'll turn in. It's
been a long day, and I'm kinda tired," he said as he stood up.
"Go ahead, Son," Dad said. "We've only got a couple of things to
talk about, and I think we will be right behind you."
"Go ahead, Dalt; I'll be down shortly," I said hoping that Dad
notice the hint of sadness in his voice. " We can unpack the bags
tomorrow, and maybe Mom
will wash our dirty clothes."
"I'll take the bags down to our room on the way," he replied, breathing
in deeply and almost sighing as he said, "G'night, Dad, see you in the
"Good night, Son," Dad said drawing in on his pipe. "Don't forget to
give your Mother a kiss."
talked a little longer after Dalton left, discussing the things Jake
said would have to be signed when the mortgage approval was received
from the Veterans' Administration. Dad listened quietly,
his pipe as I talked. Every now and then he would interrupt
asking a question about the way I would set up the loan payment through
payroll allotment, and he nodded his head in approval when I
finished. I was
starting to feel a little weary and was about to excuse myself
when he said, "It sounds like you've thought this through pretty well,
"I've tried to, Dad, and Jake was a big help in explaining it so I
could understand." I replied, stifling a yawn.
"You trust this Jake fellow?"
"Yes, Sir," I answered. "I believe he has been upfront about it, and he
didn't pressure me at all to buy the place."
"Have you thought about who will take care of the place while you are
gone?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir," I said, thinking about Tip and Dalton as I answered.
"Dalton can run up on weekends to keep an
eye on it if Jake hasn't rented it out when you and Mom aren't going to
be using it. You can use your power of attorney to set up an
account with the bank in Lake Gaston, and Jake will make the rent
deposits. That money can pay any
repairs that might be needed."
"Yep," he mused softly as he rocked and pulled on his pipe. "It
seems you have thought it through pretty well."
"I think that, I have, Dad," I said, yawning and stretching as I stood
up. "If there is anything else, we can talk about it tomorrow if you
going to be home."
"No work tomorrow, Son," he replied. "But, you and your brother can do
me a favor tomorrow and cut the lawn. Dalton usually does it
when he isn't working at the drug store, but, after you leave on
Monday, I think he will be working
more than he has been since he will have his car and the cottage to
care of," he chuckled.
"Yes, Sir, he probably will," I said shuffling my feet slightly as I
turned toward the screen door and reached for the handle.
"Carlton," he said softly. "Your mother and I have really enjoyed
having you home even if for only a short time. She misses you more than
she lets on, and I'm sure Dalton will be in the dumps for a few days
after you've gone. I know you and he have been talking about a
that brothers talk about, and I'm glad you were here for him to talk
with. He is growing into a fine boy and all he talks about is how
much he wants to be like you."
"I know, Dad; I only wish that I could have been here more while he was
"That is all water under the bridge, Carl," he said as he stood
up. "You did what you wanted to do, and your mother and I are
of you. Now then, how about we hit the sack; I'm kind of tired myself,
but I'm pretty sure your mother is waiting to hear about what we have
been talking about."
'Yes, Sir," I said, pulling the screen door open and holding it for