When her little brother Mikey came home from college in May, he was fat. Kara stared. The unfamiliar roundness of his face, meaty hands, a bulge above his belt buckle. Same baby blue eyes though. They darted shyly as he stood in the doorway with his suitcases. His new weight hung strangely on him. The living room seemed smaller.
“Mikey!” She took fast steps to cross the room, wrapped her arms around him tightly. She wished that she could squeeze away the heaviness blanketing his torso, remnants of beers drunk without thought in some dark basement where Mikey didn’t belong.