“The Broken Arm?
by Russell Stern

	I was much younger.  My little brother had a broken arm.  The night before, we practiced how to find our seat and sit down.  My brother and I were standing in the fancy lobby of the five-star Belage Hotel posing for pictures in our brand new suits.  My grandmother let us take the fun pictures.  Then we were ushered to walk to a courtyard to take pictures with the photographers.  The photographer switched my brother and I to hide my brother's cast.  Then my mother, brother, and I stepped out and my father posed for the other traditional pictures.
	We went up the elevator with my aunt.  We said her extravagant white dress looked pretty.  She said that my brother and I looked cute.  She did not notice my brother's arm.
	We sat down to the music as we had practiced; in the front row.  My father stood in a straight line with a bunch of men wearing Ray-Bans sunglasses.  On the other side were a bunch of models wearing Ray-Bans sunglasses.  
	I asked my mother where my grandfather and step-grandmother were.  She did not know.  My grandmother gave my aunt away.
	My aunt took off her goofy Ray-Bans sunglasses and kissed a man with goofier Ray-Bans sunglasses.  Before we entered the ballroom, waiters came around with hors d'oeuvres.  After we rushed into the ballroom, people danced, then ate, danced, then ate.  A toast was made.  With dessert, we had fortune cookies that talked about how nice Sherice and Dan's lives would be.

	I have not seen my aunt since that date.  She had not invited my grandfather because he could not afford the bill.  I have a cousin named Dylan that I will probably never meet.