"Are you OK baby?" I asked.
His answer was truthful and haunting, "I don't know."
I awoke at 9:20 to an empty bed. I showered and headed downstairs to the kitchen where I was greeted with waffles, eggs, bacon and coffee. "Merry Christmas!!" said Steve as I entered the room. "Sit and enjoy breakfast sweetie."
I sat and began to dig in to the feast my loving brother had prepared, and took my final dose of the anti-biotic. I looked at the counter where he was pouring waffle batter onto the iron and noticed what looked like a Bloody Mary in a very large glass. I thought about saying something, but I figured with the way he'd been feeling lately he had the right to get his drink on for Christmas day.
"Gary called and we're both invited to his sister's place for dinner. They're really cool p
