When I brought home a curly-haired stray puppy, Shawn wouldn’t let the housekeeper open the door for me.
“It’s filthy. We don’t welcome things like that in this house.”
So, I sat on the steps outside, clutching the little dog in my arms, all night long.
I was still young back then and thought that was just his nature—incapable of the gentle affection other brothers showed their sisters until Linda came along.
That was when I realized Shawn wasn’t incapable of being affectionate. He simply chose not to show me such affection.
