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identify him as Joseph Whelks. He had you down as next of kin.”
    “Can I see him?” Scott asked.
    “Sure, but I’m afraid that only family is allowed in.”
    “He’s a friend of mine.”
    “Well, all right. I guess it’ll be fine,” said the detective.
    I wanted to hold Scott’s hand to show him just how supportive I was, but it didn’t seem appropriate.
    “I must warn you that the…smell can get pretty bad.”
    He wasn’t lying. The stench of death was almost immediate. We saw an examiner hovering over a pale, cold corpse. I had never seen a dead body before. Plenty of dead coons, squirrels, and possums that had fallen victim to Mack trucks, but nothing that real, that close up and personal.
    “This is Dr. Turner, our medical examiner.”
    “Hi,” said Scott.
    “He’s here to identify his brother. Whelks, Joseph. C,” the detective told Dr. Turner.
    “This way.”
    Scott looked as if he was together. Dr. Turner peeled the white shroud slowly from the body that lay beneath it. I looked at Scott to catch his reaction as we stared upon the corpse of Scott’s kin.
    “Is this your brother?” asked the detective.
    “That’s him. That’s Joe.”
    “I’m terribly sorry,” said Dr. Turner. I consoled Scott as he started to weep.
     “Thanks, Doc,” the detective said.
    The three of us stood in the corridor outside the coroner’s office. I held Scott in my arms as he sobbed uncontrollably.
    “Are you his only relative?”
    “Our mother. But she’s ill,” said Scott.
    “There’s some paperwork we’re going to need you to fill out in order to release the body.”
    Scott’s face was flushed red with tears.
    “Detective,” I asked, “can he come back tomorrow for all of that?”
    “Whenever’s good for him,” he said. He looked at us as if he thought we were partners. “Here’s my card. If he has any questions, please have him give me call, and again, I’m sorry.”
    “Thank you.”
    We got back to the apartment, where I fixed Scott a cup of coffee.
    “You want me t call ya mom?” I asked.
    “That’s okay. I’ll go out there later and tell her I just can’t right now.”
    “I can go with you.”
     “She doesn’t really take too well to strangers. Are you gonna go to class tonight?”
    “I thought I would stay here with you tonight and—”
    “No, you should go. I’ll be fine.”
    “But I wanna stay.”
    “I’ll be okay.”
    “Well…’mkay.”
    “Thanks for going with me,” Scott said. “It meant a lot.”
    * * * *
    I was quiet in class, doodling in the margins of my notebook, thinking of Scott. My friend Matt asked if I wanted to go for drinks, but I took a rain check. I wanted to get back home in case Scott was there, which he wasn’t. He left a note on my desk.  Gone to Mom’s. Will call you later, Scott.
    I decided to take a stroll on the seaport. I took my cell in case he phoned. It wasn’t until I was about to hop in the shower that my cell toned.
    “Hey.”
    “Hey,” Scott replied.
    “How’s your mom?” I asked.
    “She took it really hard. I finally got her down to sleep.”
    “How you holdin’ up?”
    “As well as can be expected. I’m going to stay with her for a couple of days. Just to keep an eye on her, make sure she’s okay.”
    “You want me to talk to your professors?”
    “No need. They know about Joe and I told them I needed some time.”
    “M’kay, well, if you need anything, just gimme a call.”
    “I will.”
    I spent the next few days busying myself with writing. The money from Ma, as well as the work/study check, had finally arrived. I spent some on groceries, more on those books I wanted but hadn’t had the dough to buy, and banked the rest. I put the forty dollars I owed Scott in an envelope and placed it on his desk. I didn’t go to the sex clubs that night. I wasn’t interested in toying with the boys in the basement of The Unicorn.