| The mohel came to chop my new
brother's penis. Dad let me cut school to watch. I wanted wine, but Mom made it
clear that high school is not old enough to be drinking, and Mom said, "By the
way, it's the morning."|
Daniel got wine. He was swollen and sullen, and not interesting at all. My grandma made him a blue and green and brown blanket to lie on, which I would have to describe to Daniel years later because my mom had a gene that made boys colorblind, which meant girls were the ones who told stories.