I would never find him by frantically overturning every stone I saw. I began to think. I knew my brother like the back of my hand. Everything he did reflected my younger self’s actions. I had a sudden feeling that I should look around, but I didn’t know what for. I turned around, and I saw it. The large familiar building loomed in the distance: The Alamo Dome. It made sense, Sam ‘s predictability never failed. I ran back to my mother, eager to share my hypothesis, when she greeted me with equally good news. The Alamo Dome security had called her, Sam had made his way to my mom’s work and had patiently waited there for our arrival. The Lord had delivered. My mom and I walked back to the car and drove to the Alamo Dome. Sure enough, we found Sam there. He gave an explanation that I still don’t understand. “I thought you guys had left, so I walked back to the Alamo Dome,” he said. That didn’t make sense. I stayed back at Sunset Station for that very reason. We never left without him. I voiced my protests, but eventually I stopped talking. No one could give me an adequate answer. My mother turned the radio up, her usual response for tension in the car. We drove home in silence. Soon, my anger with Sam faded into relief at having him
I would never find him by frantically overturning every stone I saw. I began to think. I knew my brother like the back of my hand. Everything he did reflected my younger self’s actions. I had a sudden feeling that I should look around, but I didn’t know what for. I turned around, and I saw it. The large familiar building loomed in the distance: The Alamo Dome. It made sense, Sam ‘s predictability never failed. I ran back to my mother, eager to share my hypothesis, when she greeted me with equally good news. The Alamo Dome security had called her, Sam had made his way to my mom’s work and had patiently waited there for our arrival. The Lord had delivered. My mom and I walked back to the car and drove to the Alamo Dome. Sure enough, we found Sam there. He gave an explanation that I still don’t understand. “I thought you guys had left, so I walked back to the Alamo Dome,” he said. That didn’t make sense. I stayed back at Sunset Station for that very reason. We never left without him. I voiced my protests, but eventually I stopped talking. No one could give me an adequate answer. My mother turned the radio up, her usual response for tension in the car. We drove home in silence. Soon, my anger with Sam faded into relief at having him