I Have Sinned (McGarry Stateside Book 2) by Caimh McDonnell

Author:Caimh McDonnell [McDonnell, Caimh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: McFori Ink
Published: 2019-06-23T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

Trey heard the key turn in the lock and was out of bed before the front door opened. He stood in his bedroom doorway and watched as the figure tried to sneak in unheard.

“Hey, Pocket.”

Pocket flinched and then relaxed, favouring his brother with a smile. “What’s up, little bro? You should be asleep.”

“Yeah, I was,” lied Trey. “You know me – always a light sleeper.”

“True dat.” Pocket came over and gave him a hug. Trey returned it, holding it a second longer than perhaps his brother had wanted. He could smell something sweet and sickly on Pocket’s breath.

They disengaged.

“You want something to eat?” asked Trey. “We got plenty of meals in the refrigerator. Mrs Barnes keeps bringing ’em.”

“Yeah, I’ll grab something.”

“Let me get it.” Trey pushed by him. “It’s no trouble. You don’t know which is which. Let me…”

Trey hurried into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. “Let me see: we got linguine, we got rice and beans with some kind of fish thing or we got some of them chicken enchiladas with roasted tomatillo chilli salsa.”

Trey looked back into the living room where Pocket was now sitting on the couch, looking for the TV remote. “Yeah, whatever’s easy.”

“Or,” said Trey, waiting for his brother to look in his direction, “we got mac and cheese?”

Years fell away and the two brothers smiled at each other. It would drive their mother to distraction that, whatever she cooked – and the woman could cook – Pocket was always happiest with mac and cheese.

Pocket clapped his hands softly together. “Ha, you know me so well, bro.”

“Mac and cheese coming up. Juice too?”

Pocket nodded.

Trey threw the dish into the microwave, turned it on and filled two glasses with juice.

“Hey,” said Pocket, “you catch the Knicks result?”

“Yeah,” replied Trey, “nothing good.”

“Damn.”

“They’re taking a run at the record for worst losing streak in team history.”

The two boys had been Knicks fans since before Trey could walk – literally. There was a picture on the wall of a toddler Trey wearing his older brother’s Knicks cap, far too big for him.

“Hey though,” said Trey, rushing into the room with excitement. “Did you…?”

Pocket, thinking his brother was busy, was sniffing something from a tiny silver spoon. Trey knew enough to know what it was, but he turned around, trying to not be seen seeing. “Did you hear? They’re saying we might sign Kevin Durant?”

Pocket wiped a finger under his nose and shoved something quickly into the pocket of his jacket. “For real? Man, that’d be something.”

“Right?” agreed Trey. “Maybe we could go catch a game soon? See how bad they suck.”

“Yeah,” said Pocket. “Totally.”

“They’re at home this weekend.”

“Oh, yeah, just – now ain’t a great time for me.”

“Sure,” said Trey, brushing it off. “Whatever.”

“Soon though. We definitely gonna do that.”

“Cool.”

Pocket drummed his fingers on his knees, looking oddly out of place in his own home. “So, how’s school?”

“Yeah, y’know, OK. Mostly.”

Pocket raised an eyebrow. “Mostly?”

Trey waved it away. “Don’t worry about it. Some of these rich kids are a little much.

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