Sometimes I wonder at how jaded I am in regards to my relationship with my family. Nothing they say or do surprises me any more. Latest case in point, the last time my brother was over for a visit. He sees my novel and flips through it.
Now, what’s weirder: Him asking if I’d used him as a character, him pointing out character names indicating that I could have named them after him, or me not being the least bit surprised at him not asking for either a copy OR if he could read it?
It’s definitely a strange relationship I have with my family…