Jeff, my brother, was out of town for the week. My Dad and I had just made love. In case you're not familiar with my story, my mother had tragically died on my 18th birthday. There was a lot of guilt on my part because she had been attending to last minute details for my birthday party when she ran a stop sign and was killed. This made my grief even worse. My Dad and I grieved together, and alone - my brother had stubbornly refused to sit out a semester of college to help us with the grieving process. This, coupled with my fear that Daddy would do himself...