“C’mon, Julie, you’re fucking with me?” Gary exclaimed. “I’m really not.” “I don’t believe you…well then, Marc is fucking with you…no way he said that,” Gary insisted. “Gary, I understand your apprehension, but trust me on this: Marc is not only okay with your visit, he suggested it,” I assured my brother. “So, let me get this straight, you told Marc all about us…all the stuff we did as teenagers? And his reaction is to i...