Nursing his fifth beer, Mark stewed over the latest news about his sister. Not only had Ivy seen fit to marry the boxer despite his protests. But now she has decided to set up housekeeping in Australia. She had even enlisted the help of their uncle Ian in her latest caper. "She’s opening some sort of store down there. Some place called the Glen…wherever the Hell that is."

"She never said a word to me. In fact she hasn’t spoken to me since she married that boxer." He was beginning to slur his words. He looked up from the table to find his glass had been refilled.

"David, tell me. What the hell did I do to get written out of her life? She is my goddamn sister!"