“Another sob story, Brian? Why aren’t you dressed? We’re going to be late!” Joe put his coat in the car and walked up to Brian with certainty in his steps. His brother’s heavy idoneous ranting of excuses was getting Joe next to the boiling point.
Brian seemed to exclude anything positive in his life, trying to be his own man, preferring to be alone. In solitude he was free to absorb all the beige of life and forget the colors of spontaneity and adventure.