At 3 A.M., My Brother Dragged Me Out of My Bedroom While Dad Laughed—He Had No Idea What the Smoke Detector Had Recorded

Something I rarely allowed myself while living with Douglas.

He considered it untidy.

A sign of carelessness.

Another habit that needed correcting.

Now I could eat toast in bed if I wanted.

I could leave a book open.

Wear mismatched socks.

Spend Sunday doing nothing.