Well, today while we were waiting at the airport my brother asked me (out of the blue, in his faux-speculative this-is-me-asking-an-important-something voice) to list my my top five fears. (They were, in the order that my sleep-deprived brain could come up with actual “fears”: death, failure, loneliness, rejection, disappointment.)
And these were his:
- Someone coming into the house when Dad’s not home and stealing all our stuff
- Everyone in the family finding out his “darkest secrets”
No elaboration on the darkest secrets.