When I think about the dream involving my brother, I remember that the last time I saw him, I was four years old. Thereโs a direct link between the dream and my life. Thatโs when it all happenedโI was four, and he was fifteen. Thatโs when he did whatever he did, leading to his imprisonment. Not just jail, but prison. Thereโs a difference. My uncle sometimes gets drunk and ends up in jail, which really upsets my mom. But he gets out quickly since he doesnโt drive while drinking; he just lands in the wrong places and gets a bit belligerent. The word โbelligerentโ might as well have been invented for my uncle when heโs drunk. But someone always bails him out. In prison, thereโs no such thing as bail. You donโt get out quickly. Prison is where youโre put away for a long time.
Thatโs where my brother isโprison.
I donโt know if heโs in a federal or state prison. Iโm not sure why someone is sent to one over the other. Itโs not something they teach us at school.
Iโm determined to find out why my brother is in prison. Itโs become my research project. Iโve thought about it a lot. Newspapersโthey must keep old issues somewhere, right?
If Dante were here, he could help me. Heโs smart and would know exactly what to do.
But I donโt need Dante.
I can handle this on my own.