Chapter no 44

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

When I think about the dream involving my brother, I remember that the last time I saw him, I was four years old. There’s a direct link between the dream and my life. That’s when it all happened—I was four, and he was fifteen. That’s when he did whatever he did, leading to his imprisonment. Not just jail, but prison. There’s a difference. My uncle sometimes gets drunk and ends up in jail, which really upsets my mom. But he gets out quickly since he doesn’t drive while drinking; he just lands in the wrong places and gets a bit belligerent. The word “belligerent” might as well have been invented for my uncle when he’s drunk. But someone always bails him out. In prison, there’s no such thing as bail. You don’t get out quickly. Prison is where you’re put away for a long time.

That’s where my brother is—prison.

I don’t know if he’s in a federal or state prison. I’m not sure why someone is sent to one over the other. It’s not something they teach us at school.

I’m determined to find out why my brother is in prison. It’s become my research project. I’ve thought about it a lot. Newspapers—they must keep old issues somewhere, right?

If Dante were here, he could help me. He’s smart and would know exactly what to do.

But I don’t need Dante.

I can handle this on my own.

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