Summary
It had been a year since the rape of my wife, and I was hoping that having my nephews over for the weekend would fill the space between us. Courtney was her name, Derek was mine, and the boys were Jacob and Frankie. My brother was taking leave from the military and wanted to spend a bit of alone time with my sister in law as it had been months since they’d slept in the same bed. After going to the park and singeing the deep dark bar spots across the wieners, we circled the splintery old picnic table and cracked open a few beers, being sure to wrap them in cozies. We needn’t any open container tickets. As the two boys dangled from the monkey bars and stuck their tongues out at one another, covered in mushed bun and processed meat, us adults took our time nursing our beers and watched them play.