A Visit from my Brother and his Fiance

Sitting alone working out the kinks on this, my brand-spanking new blog, when there is a knock on my door.  It was light and hesitant the way a child knocks when he expects his parents are busy but REALLY has to get their attention cause the kitchen sink is stopped up with play-dough and is flooding the entire house.  I peer, just as hesitantly, out through the blinds and see my Brother and his Fiance standing there on my stoop.  I answer the door and they come in, sit down on my couch, and we talk.

Small talk, conversation about our lives and how things are going, I tell them about the progress on my book, they tell me about how there tattoo equipment is out of commission until they can replace a few parts.  All the while my cat Mojo sits in his fiance's lap enjoying the brief bit of company. 

"So you should tell him about the call..." Fiance whispers.

"Oh... right..." My brother says, "We don't have Hepatitis C."

This was something that had been on my mind as of late, seeing that I had received several tattoos at the hands of both my brother and his Fiance and the prospect of dying for their lack of proper sterilization equipment seemed both grim and grossly unfair. 

"Well... That's good, I'm sure you're relieved."  I say with a smile that is all too forced.

All the while I'm thinking 'Damn you you bastard for making me think my arms were going to ROT OFF at any moment!'

"Yeah we were just bored, we wanted to prove to Ned that we aren't just bears in a cave." Fiance adds to the conversation at random.

"Bears in a cave?"

"Yeah, like we don't have people over much..."

And without thinking I say... "Yeah you guys don't have me up anymore..."

Fiance took offense to this and I could hear her objection in her voice...

"We'll I'm sorry but there isn't much to do, we just watch movies and sit around."

If only she knew... THAT combined with being able to see my brother every so often is ALL it would take for me to be at ease about the situation.  Hell I'd LOVE to go up there and shoot the shit for a couple hours, even if it meant having nothing more to do than that.

A moment later they excused themselves and we said our goodbyes, and once more I took a seat at my computer with nothing more to do but type endlessly away at it till exhaustion overtook me...