“I have to tell you – I had sex with my brother last week.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I did. And I knew it was wrong the whole time, but there it is.”

“The brother who died when we were all in high school? Have you lost your mind?”

“Dammit, I’m not hallucinating. That would be all kinds of weird, thinking a guy was Brian – no, hell no! He’s only my half-brother.”

“Half-brother? Since when do you have a half damn brother? And why in God’s name did you SLEEP with him?”

“Mom called and told me about him last month. There had been a guy in college that she lived with, got pregnant, had the baby, the whole thing. Two years later he and the kid were gone one morning and never came back, and then a few months after that she met my dad. I don’t even think he knows about it.”

“So why is she telling you this now?”

“It turns out that the guy I cheated on you with isn’t my only half-brother.”

“You don’t fucking say.”

“I’m afraid our marriage isn’t what we think it is.”