"Do you know the one huge memory I have in my head from when I was a child?" Laurie asked, standing from the bed. "Sure, it’s flying with mom, and you, and having Emmie and Gwyn paint my nails, but no, the biggest one that I have is you cussing out mom and dad at the dining room table at eight in the morning." He walked towards his brother. "We’ve all done things we’re not proud of, and no matter how much you try to fix it, you’re still the one who worsened dad until he almost died. Don’t forget that when you look down from your high horse at the rest of us." Laurie pushed past him out of the room.