good news at last
Dec. 5th, 2008 11:11 am
Guess who was waiting for us when we returned from the States? That would be my brother Macsen. Apparently he'd been camping out in the back garden while we were away, mainly living in the garden shed (and yes, I am going to make him pay for the window he broke) and subsisting on the neighbors' fruit trees.
*sighs*
I haven't gotten the whole story out of him yet, but he has let me let our parents know he's still alive and they've let the police know he's been found. (I feel I should add that all I had to do was say "Torchwood" at critical moments and they backed off any suggestions of questioning him. Love it when work comes in handy.) We had a very long conversation in Welsh about this whole thing last night--he refuses to tell me anything useful in English, "just in case."
I am not ruling out drug-fueled paranoia at this point. However, I'm so glad he's alive and unhurt that I'm willing to let a lot of things pass right now.
(The beating for putting us through this will happen later. Preferably with large sticks.)
(And I suppose I ought to be flattered that out of everyone he knows, he chose me as his safe haven...still want to kill him, though.)
At any rate, my brother is asleep in the guestroom, my parents want to fetch him tomorrow though he hasn't said he'll actually go with them, and whatever he's afraid of, I'll take care of it.