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“How is Brandon? Elsu wants to know.”
    â€œReally? You’re with him now?” I heard Gina get jittery.
    â€œYes,” I said as I looked at Elsu. “I’m going to put you on speaker.”
    â€œOk, they did some x-rays and are going to do a CT scan to see if there’s any internal damage but he seems ok.”
    â€œWhere is he now?” asked Elsu.
    â€œIs that him?” I heard Brandon squeal with excitement in the background. “Is he there?”
    â€œI’m here, buddy. How are you doing?” asked Elsu.
    â€œI’m ok. I broke my leg and my arm.”
    â€œYeah, but you did it protecting your brother, do you know what that makes you?” asked Elsu.
    â€œNo, what?”
    â€œThat makes you a hero, big guy! I promise you that once you’re better, you and your brother can both come up here and we’ll make up for the missed visit. How does that sound?”
    â€œGreat!” I could hear my nephew smile. He doesn’t do that often.
    â€œMae, they’re here to take him for the CT scan, thank you SO much for helping out. And thank you Elsu, we appreciate everything,” said Gina.
    â€œNo problem, take care Brandon,” said Elsu. I hung up and smiled at this tree trunk of a man.
    â€œThanks, you just made his day, probably his year!” I said.
    â€œI just feel bad for the guy,” said Elsu.
    â€œWell, if you could sign those things, I’ll be out of your hair. I feel bad for making you go to all this trouble,” I said as I waved my hand over the table of goodies.
    â€œNo problem, there are plenty of people here who will probably take care of this,” he smiled. “Hey, since you’re here, do you want to take the Brandon tour? You could record it and show it to him.”
    â€œSir, I don’t recommend that,” said the man who had opened the door for me.
    â€œWhy not?” asked Elsu.
    â€œBecause,” said the second man. “We don’t know who she is. We don’t even know if she really is Brandon’s aunt. She could be anyone. The fact that you’ve allowed her into your home is rather frightening as it is.”
    â€œAre you Brandon’s aunt?” Elsu asked as he turned to me.
    â€œYes, I am. Listen, I’m not here to start any trouble. I don’t know how to prove to you that I’m his aunt. I have pictures of him on my phone.” I pulled my phone from my pocket and started searching for my proof.
    â€œYou can Photoshop anything,” said the first man. “She could just be a hysterical fan.”
    â€œI am not a fan,” I said. “Not a
hysterical
fan. Actually, I’m not a fan, I’m just neutral?” I had somehow confused myself.
    â€œWhat will it hurt if she takes a tour anyway?” asked Elsu.
    â€œYou’re suggesting recording the tour? So she has an insider’s guide to the layout of your home?”
    I started walking toward the kitchen island, where Brandon’s stuff had been placed, and began tucking his belongings under my arms as I started fighting back tears. “What are you doing?” asked Elsu.
    â€œI’m leaving. Like I said, I’m not a fan, I’m just an aunt doing a favor for my nephew. All I asked anyone for wassignatures on these 12-year old sized shoes, this 12-year old sized shirt with the word “Rogers” personalized on the back, a basketball, and these other 12-year old owned knick-knacks. I didn’t mean to cause anyone here a headache. He’s a special little boy with mild Asperger’s who spent three months in his room writing
you
a letter telling you how much he loved you! I’m not here to get the blueprints for your house. I’m not here to take pictures or video I’m here to help my nephew.”
    â€œHey, calm down. You’re fine. Please, stay,” begged Elsu. “These guys get a little anal sometimes.” He pointed to the large,