Episode 101: My brother checked under my bed every night for nine years and I found out what he was doing under there when we took the bunk bed apart
Submitted by Marnie — Kalamazoo, Michigan. 41. My parents sold the house on Westnedge last May, and my brother Cal and I drove in from opposite directions to empty it. He came from Columbus with a cordless drill and a box of contractor bags. I came from Milwaukee with nothing useful, which is how it has always been with us. The bunk bed was the last thing in the back bedroom. Dad built it the winter I turned five, out of pine two-by-sixes, painted a blue that had gone the color of old jeans. Cal had the bottom. I had the top. That was decided before I could have an opinion, and nobody ever…
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