“I’ve always hated you,” I said. “Eat,” my brother replied. “Everything you did to me, shit.” “Eat.” “Was it envy? Sheer envy?” “Wanna eat.” “Envy, because my life was better than yours?” “Food, where’s food? Wanna,” he said, writhing in bed. “You hated me too, didn’t you?” “FOOD, FOOD, FOOD!” …