| 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. |