Disappearing（补于2013.12.05）

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　　My brother's first formal disappearance —— formal meaning someone else around besides me —— happened right before his high-school graduation. The day of. It was a gloomy June afternoon, skies a dirty white, tree leaves drooping. Joseph had been both focused and distracted since the school rejection letters, but he had done his usual thorough overly cozy job with my mother's splinters on Sunday evenings, and he attended his classes until the last day. Our parents had not gone out to any events, or dinners, so there had been no disappearing on any subsequent babysits, to my disappointment. No more laughing, no more discussions. On this day, he was supposed to be getting ready to go, trying on the sizing of his cap and gown, manipulating bobby pins, and in my role as younger sibling/domesticated shepherd, I was supposed to herd him into the car to get to school in time for rehearsal. The lambs, however, were loose. I couldn't find him anywhere.

　　Joe's not in his room, I told my mother, who was outside, retouching her lipstick in the side mirror of the car. It's that thing I told you about, I said.

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The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake, P145
Aimee Bender
ISBN 978-0-385-50112-5

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