Together In Babylon - Marsha May

We grew up in a small mid western town. Two parents. White picket fence. The whole nine. There's not much more to say than that. We both hated it. My brother left home as soon as he turned 18 and I did the same a few years later. But somehow we lost touch over the years... Last week my brother called me at 3 in the morning, sounding frantic and rambling about his ex fiance.