I'm a ball of nerves when I arrive in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, driving at the maximum speed limit–possibly even more–from Columbus, Ohio where we're staying for a few days as Keith is visiting his parents. We arrived there a few days ago. There were no direct flights to Pittsburgh—all of them connecting, and would take the whole day and are also very expensive. It's a pain to drive, but I had no choice. My brother has done something really bad and I need to speak to him in person.
He had ignored my calls the past couple of days and when he finally answered, he told me he had gone and married Gabby, and that he imprisoned our father.
If anything, my brother is a man of his word. And when he's set on things, he makes sure he gets it.
