“I slept here,” I say, crossing my arms over my
chest. “Rain said I could stay.”
He relaxes his glance just slightly.
“I came to get my keys. Last night I went home
with … well, I was out and I forgot my keys here
and I didn’t want to go home and wake everyone
up. It’s only six o’clock for God’s sake.”
“And you couldn’t stay where you were and
sleep a little more?”
“I never stay the whole night,” he says,
winking.
“Well, I was about to make the coffee, but I was
so scared I dropped the coffee pot…”
“There’s another one in the back.”
“I’ll buy another one.”
“Bullshit,” he says, moving his hand as if to say
‘it’s nothing’. “Who gives a shit about a stupid
coffee pot?”
“Are you always so pleasant in the morning or
are you only vulgar and base…”
“Gimme a break, I didn’t have an easy night.”
“Oh, I can imagine,” I reply, feeling a bit hurt
for no particular reason.
“It’s just I have a headache and I should have
come in a taxi because I drank a lot last night and I
didn’t feel like riding my motorcycle.”
I nod in approval of his choice. We all know
how things ended up the last time after one of the
brothers got behind the wheel after drinking too
much. Neil died because of it.
