Thanksgiving

This is an American holiday dreaded by all as it requires face to face family time. We had a great one this year! My mother made a tasty turkey (which is very hard to do), my daughter made all the desserts and I did the veggies. John managed the settings and chairs and us.
We had nine to dinner: we four, Ma, Jean, Anne, Suse and Emily. None of us knew Anne and Emily and that may be why the dinner went so well. Jean and Ma are among the few who read the Jesuit magazine Commonweal and enjoy Jesuitical comment on the world. The rest of us, bar John, Marguerite and Anton are liberal arts types. I was so happy when it was over.
Mickey developed diabetes and now require two shots of insulin a day. The vet, having seen Mickey in full snit, was worried we couldn't give the doses without being bitten. Ha!
Marguerite junior, a genius, quickly found a routine and the damndog runs to get his shots. The routine relys on turkey treats and heaven knows what will happen when we run out. I guess I may have to cook a turkey a month.
Oh well. Turkey is cheap for most of the year.
This morning my brother was found on the floor of his appartment. He's still at the emergency hospital.
I have no idea what to do. The last time I kept him here for months until he could get his appartment and be on his own. The biggest problem is he hates me. He hates Ma too.
For all I know he has reason to hate me, but I can't figure what it is. He's had strokes that leave him nastier than he's been in the past...and manipulative!!!!!!
Since he left here three years ago or so he hasn't spoken to me. So I'm here, next to the phone waiting to see how he goes.