"What do you think Max is doing right now?" Bex asked out of the blue while Oliver was rubbing her feet while they sat on the couch. It was getting late and she really didn't even feel like getting off the couch.
"Are you sure you want to know?" Oliver looked at her with a bit of a devious smile.
"You don't know, anything?" She regretted asking now.
"He's not." There. Max was a mute subject.
"Well, how come it was all OK when you thought I was gay, and now just the slightest inkling that your brother might be, and you're so defensive." He smirked.
"I dunno." She closed her eyes then. "He just doesn't fit the picture. All right."
"Then neither does Chris." Oliver shrugged.
"I don't know what I think anymore," Bex was getting a headache. "My mother was a pain. I think she must know. I think she disowned my brother."
"She would go that far?" Oliver stretched out his arm then. "Her problem is, she doesn't know good news when she hears it." He pulled Bex next to him. "We had really good news for her. A great way to end the year and start the new and if she's all upset, then I don't want her at the wedding. Don't even tell her. She's not invited."
"All right." Bex never thought it would come to this. Never. But it had. It was so upsetting.
"You've got Max, and you have to take him as he is. He's your brother. Be happy for him."
"But he's a preacher." Bex gritted. "Wouldn't he being doing everything wrong that God would want, you know. He should stop preaching."
"Don't say that, none of us are perfect, and you know you thought he was perfect until now," Oliver assured her.
"All right, I get it," Bex supposed there were worse sins. "Its just it hurts that he won't talk to me about it. He won't tell me whats really going on. And I don't know why."
"There are lot of things we just can't seem to find the answers too," He nudged her closer.