I was eighteen the first time I realized my brother was dangerous....

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I was eighteen the first time I realized my brother was dangerous. Not in the way that makes people cross the street to avoid him, but in the way that makes people trust him too much.

It was 1950, and Thomas was twelve. He had just turned twelve three days before, and he was already too tall for his age—thin as a rail, with dark eyes that seemed to see around corners. We were living in a house on Marigny Street, the kind of house where the paint peels in long strips like sunburned skin and the garden grows whatever the soil will tolerate. Thomas stood on the corner of...

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