I sighed. “I know he was awful, but he’s your brother and he needs help, especially now. He’s in denial and he’s likely kicking himself for what happened. You planning on talking to him again this century?”
“Yeah, when he says he’s sorry. He’s old enough to know better. I really oughta call Mom and let her ream him a new one.”
I shuddered internally, knowing just how sharp a tongue the diminutive Mrs. Zumpano possessed. “Maybe he doesn’t know how to do this. Has he ever apologized or admitted to being wrong for anything in his life that you can remember?”
“No.”
“There you go, then.”
Serge was being stubborn. “Still not happening.”
I held up my hands. “Fine, calm down. It was just a suggestion.”
Damn it, I didn’t want to have to be the one to make the first move, on Serge’s behalf, a
