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Dad's Old Laptop

... heartbeat. "Why wouldn't Frank know about them? Shit, it was him that was filming the whole thing in the first place!" Grandma's head snapped up and she said, "What? No dear, you're wrong." "Like hell I am! I saw the birthmark," Mom shrieked. "Calm down Tammy, and let me explain," Grandpa said soothingly. "Okay, explain how I watched a video of my husband fucking Martha!" Mom was getting more agitated. "That wasn't Frank you saw, it was Robert," Grandma whispered, then started weeping into her hands. "Who's Robert?" I asked before Mom could throw out some snide remark. Grandpa scooted forward until he was sitting on the edge of his seat, put his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together. "That is...was Frank's identical twin b*****r. He passed away before Frank and your Mom ever met," he choked out. "Bullshit! Frank has never mentioned anything about having a b*****r, especially not a twin," Mom cried out angrily. Grandpa grew livid. "Listen here missy, if you want to hear the story then shut your damn pie-hole and let me finish. Otherwise, we're done here!" I've never seen Grandpa so angry. I also expected Mom to come unhinged. Instead she settled back in the recliner, crossed her arms over her magnificent chest, and just glared at him. She didn't open her pie-hole once while Grandpa finished telling us what he had to say. Robert had been born one minute after Dad. The two boys grew up together more like best friends than siblings. By the time the boys were ...

... s*******n Robert began to have dizzy spells. He never mentioned it to Roy and Martha, only to Frank. In their senior year of high school Frank passed out in the kitchen while helping set the dinner table. He was rushed to the hospital where the attending physician didn't even bother having x-rays taken. The doctor told Roy and Martha that it was just a small concussion from his football playing. The doctor gave them a prescription for pharmaceutical-grade Tylenol and told Robert to take it easy for a day or so. One week after his eighteenth birthday Robert collapsed in class. He was rushed to the hospital where an intern in the ER ordered a barrage of x-rays and bl**d test. The results of the tests showed that Robert had a massive tumor growing in his brain. The intern explained that because of its size and location it was inoperable. They refused to believe that and had taken Robert to a specialist. The outcome was the same. The prognosis was that Robert's condition was terminal. Frank took it hard. He blamed himself because he hadn't told Roy and Martha about Robert's dizzy spells. Night after night they heard him crying himself to sl**p. "My God. Why hasn't Frank ever told me?" Mom gently asked. "I think it was because of the guilt he's felt for not saying anything. As for Roy and I, Robert's dying request was that we got on with our lives as if he'd never existed. He told us he wouldn't rest peacefully if he knew we were in pain from mourning him. That's a request we've honored ...