Apology to my brother

Letter to my brother for his birthday, accompanied by a half gallon jar of quarters

Sept 7, 1999

Dear Larry,

When I was a child, I behaved as a child.

Remember when someone stole quarters out of your jar?
And you had the thiefs fingerprints outlined in red crayon on the gallon jar in the window on the bench behind the table? 
And then you went off to a boy scouts meeting? 
And while you were gone, the fingerprints inside the red circles mysteriously disappeared? 
And you just knew that it was me who had stolen the quarters?
And we had court proceedings to determine if I was guilty or innocent (once I was found sobbing in the linen closet)?
And I got Dad as my attorney, Mom as the judge?
Remember how I was found innocent after swearing I had never touched your stupid quarters?



Well.  I lied.