Knees by Emory Harkins I told my brother, Paul, he didn’t have to break the kid’s knee but Paul didn’t listen. He never listened. I was only ten, Paul was sixteen, and he didn’t care. He didn’t care that I told him not to do it. He told me if someone wants to steal from his brother then they best not be doing it with him alive. I told Paul the kid was sorry. I told him it was fine. […]