The Adolescent in Koh Samui

The Adolescent, on the other hand, is fully immersed in himself which is, I guess, what he's supposed to be doing at this stage in his life. He moves with the speed of molasses that's just come out of the fridge. He mumbles. He utters one word grunts. He casts us occasional looks of disdain. Sometimes I question the sanity of my dogged insistence in "family time".

But then something passes between brothers and they are hugging or holding hands or the Adolescent is doing some other nurturing act for the Beamer.

I decide to put up with him for just one more day.