I saw your brother the other day, standing outside the supermarket.
“Hey babe, do you want me to grab a pie for tonight?”
There was a little bit of chatter on the other end of the line, and I took in the innocence on his face, the way he smiled as he listened.
“What about raspberry?”
A little more chatter.
“Oh, your brother’s allergic?”
My sister’s voice carried from the other end of the line, meeting my ears as a sweet jingle.
“So you don’t think I’m adorable?”
Laughter, a reminder of normality, love.
“Yeah, you’re adorable too, Naomi.”
A reminder of innocence.
I looked down at my hand.
Then, like a wave washing away the sins, I unscrewed the bottle of syrup, pouring it onto the ground.
Pink drooled into the cracks.
