(she left the Bible there, Iâm convinced, hoping to convert one of us while we watched TV) were the remains of nachos on a paper plate. Gabeâs specialty, ready-grated cheese on tortilla chips, microwaved for a minute, topped with Old El Paso mild salsa from a jar.
Gabe settled back in Dadâs chair.
Kevin, to my great surprise, stood and walked to him andâto this day, Iâm still surprised, but I know what I sawâhe knelt in front of the recliner and set his head in Gabeâs lap.
Gabe stroked Kevinâs dark hair.
It continued.
Holy shit, I thought. What the hell is happening? All I knew for sure was that Kevin and Gabe had done something that they shouldnât have, and that they might be doing other things, too, and that theyâd kill me if they knew I was there.
I backtracked slowly, making my way to the door as quietly as possible, wanting a glass of water, but knowing that I needed to escape. The thought of what Iâd seen roiled my stomach, and suddenly I had to use the bathroom. It was warm and still out, the sky a hazy white that made me somehow more nauseated.
I circled around the yard, came to the front door, made considerable noise opening it and walking down the hallway. Coughed a few times. When I reached the entry to the living room, I saw with relief that Kevin was back on the couch.
Not able to make it to my bathroom, I released my bowels into the toilet in the half bathroom near the living room. My skin wet with sweat, I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and then stoodbefore the door, not wanting to exit. The fan made its whirring noise, but I could hear them talking, though I couldnât make out what they said. At one point I heard my name.
But I had nowhere to go. They both watched me come through the door, and Gabe smiled at my apparent discomfort, trying to put me at ease.
âWhatâs the matter?â he asked.
âNothing,â I said.
âYou sick?â said Kevin. He said this without real concern or empathy or interest.
âNah,â I said. âIâm fine.â I decided to change the subject. âWhereâs Dad?â
âHeâs not here.â
âAre you sure?â
âYeah. Heâs with Nancy somewhere.â
I said nothing for a moment. âHow was your Fourth?â I asked, thinking small talk might help.
They looked at each other and laughed. I waited until they quieted.
âWhat is it?â I asked.
âWant to see?â said Kevin.
Gabe wouldnât look me in the eyes.
âSee what?â
âOur Fourth,â said Kevin.
âWhat do you mean?â I had no idea. I noticed Gabeâs Samsung video camera beside him on the chair. âGabe?â I said.
For a long, horrible moment, Gabe continued to avoid eye contact with me, setting his hand on the camera.
âWhat do you think I mean?â Kevin asked.
Then I knew. âYou made a porno,â I said.
âThatâs right, amigo ,â Kevin said. âWanna watch?â
I leaned against the wall, feeling light-headed. âWhoâs in it?â I asked. âGabe, are you in it?â
Gabe shrugged. âNo one you know,â he said.
âJesus, Gabe,â I said. âWhat did you do?â
âDonât worry,â he said.
I stared at him and didnât say anything.
I was ready to ignore what Kevin and my brother told me about making a porno, just as I disregarded the repugnant parts of my brotherâs personality.
Iâd like to say that at this point, I knew that Tove might somehow be involved, and I also knew that I had a moral duty to investigate further, to make sure that she hadnât been hurt.
But I donât recall being torn morally.
Rather, I would like to have forgotten the whole deal.
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