Her brother has already been once dead, he carries a slip of paper in his pocket with his name and address since the day when he fell, when the boy next door who should have been watching pushed her against the fake-wood finish of her father's stereo set, pushed her against the cabinet holding the speakers and the pull-out components, pushed her up against the hard fake-wood cabinet door with his cupped palm at the place between her legs and his other hand pushing her shoulder against the fake wood, everything hard, the hand, the cabinet, the place between her legs where he kept his cupped palm, pushing her as though she would sink right into the wood, and they heard the thump outside, a noise she had never heard before, and still he almost didn't let her off but for a moment she was stronger and she ran to find her brother there on the ground in his white-sheet cape with a piece of something coming out of him, the boy next door behind her saying oh my God.