He was the brother they called Peabrain.
I never knew his real name.
So that's all I ever called him, too.
Though I never once stopped to think what I was saying about him by doing that. Or how it might make him feel. I only knew that's what he answered to. So that's the name that I, like everybody else, used.
Peabrain had a sister. She was...who? Some name, solid, that was like a stone dropping when you pronounced it. She regularly chewed paint off pencils. Neatly, leaving them the color of their wood.
Every Sunday night, their mother would drink a single beer. She...