Corduroy spoke each word like he was he was measuring out ingredients for a cake. "You said you thought I was trying to hide in my coat."
I shrugged. "Seemed like it."
Eyes on his wine glass, he whispered, "I've gained some weight recently."
"Honestly, bro, I can't see it in your face but I sure can see it in your fingers. Strange kind of weight gain if you ask me."
"No, look!" He ripped open his button-down shirt to expose a chubby chest and belly. His belly button glimmered. I peered at it.
"Did you pierce your belly button? Oh my god, please say no. You are way too old for that."
"Are we ready to...oh. I'll be right back." My brother buttoned up his shirt as Jeff marched away, the redness creeping up the back of Jeff's neck matched only by Corduroy's face.
"No! Of course not. Why would you ask that?" Cordy said.
"Something shiny was on your belly button."
"Just one of my buttons. So anyway, you see? I'm all fat now. I barely eat anything and I'm growing fatter and fatter."
"Hate to break it to you, but you are getting a little older. These things happen." I lifted my arm up and jiggled the under-hanging fat.
"Not like this." He rested his head in his hands, elbows on the table. Down the center of his skull, a line of copper glinted.
"Uh...Can I tell you something?" I asked.