I keep thinkin' about dinner and it makes me feel like crap, like a total coward. My brother-in-law, he’s like, what, 30? And he's askin' for money AGAIN, saying he'll pay us back, knowing my dad... no, *my mom* will make him say yes. And I just sat there, eatin' the mashed potatoes, just... smiling. Like some kinda fake. I shoulda said somethin', I know I shoulda, but it just felt easier to keep quiet. Like back when I was little, and the Sarge would tell us to shut up and color, you just did it. But this feels different. Worse. I just feel bad.