"He used to be a lot of fun, you know. Our relatives feared us at family
gatherings. We were almost not invited to our cousins wedding out of fear of the damage we might cause. And did cause. I managed
to catch the bouquet, which meant (between us anyway) that he HAD to catch the garter belt. He went so far as ripping from
another guy's hand so we could make the room dangerously uncomfortable. Of course, the DJ had no idea that were cousins and
just continued the usual rituals.
But you finally broke him. Drove him into a shell until he
couldnt find his way out again. You took my best friend from me. I was afraid for awhile that he might even kill himself
over you. He hasn't, physically. But his soul has died. I just hope you're proud of yourselves."
