“My mother was there, and my brother and his wife, and my aunt. I was spooning Pad Thai onto my plate when my brother mumbled something to me about our sister.

“You know she’s doing porn, don’t you?” he said.
I felt like the floor was giving way below me.
“I didn’t know,” I said.
“It’s nasty, Bob. She’s doing everything. Girls. Black guys. Gang bangs. Taking it up the ass.”
“How do you know this?” I said.
“Because I saw it. I saw it with my own eyes.”
“It’s true, brother,” his wife said.
“Are you sure it’s her?” I said.
“It’s her, Bob,” he said. “You don’t believe me, check it out for yourself.”

He told me her porn name. It sounded like the name of a character from a Victorian novel.

“She’s a whore,” he said.”