Richard Dawn's Apartment
Clearly, my brother hadn’t been expecting any visitors, because his place was sort of a mess. A TV drama was playing on the screen in the living room, and an open pizza box lay on the low table in front of the television. A few bottles of soda were scattered around the kitchen and living room, and assorted clothing items had been tossed over the backs of chairs and onto the floor. My brother’s military uniform stood in a case in the center of one wall, surrounded by shelves of medals and memorabilia from his time in the U.S. Marine Corps.