BRUCE

Once the door is firmly closed behind us, I turn around to face Opal.

She scans the area quickly before locking eyes with me. The shit my brother pulled downstairs flashes through my mind again and I experience this feeling of crippling embarrassment. Sometimes, I don't know what goes through his head.

What would possess him to make such a scene downstairs?

"First of all," I begin, "I'd like to apologize for my brother. He tends to become a different person when he's...drunk."

"He ...