My Brother Looked Like Himself and That Was Enough
On a weekday morning a few months ago, my brother Peter and sister-in-law Nancy (not their real names) were waiting at the bus stop outside of their home. It was a pleasant afternoon on the corner in their quiet residential neighborhood; my nephew Greg (same), an exuberant second grader with a tidy mop of curly red hair, was on his way home from school.
Once the bus had stopped and the door opened, neighborhood kids spilled away to the freedom of the early afternoon. Nancy needed to speak with the bus driver briefly. This pause apparently drew ire from the driver of a white SUV stopped in the street behind the bus, as the SUV driver began honking the horn and saying something Peter couldn't understand towards…
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