Too Much
My eighteen year-old cousin Amy died a month and a half ago. Chad, her twin brother, took it especially hard, crying more than anyone else at the funeral.
I invited Chad to come visit me for a weekend so he could have a break from school and hopefully whatever else was on his mind. We have spent the last two days eating, drinking, and watching embarrassing amounts of television. Last night after Chad downed a couple beers, I asked him if he wanted to talk about his sister.
The autopsy report hasn’t come back yet. He thinks she died from a cocaine overdose.
