No Pants Required by Kim Karr

Author:Kim Karr [Karr, Kim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kim Karr
Published: 2016-07-10T04:00:00+00:00

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BEHIND MY POLARIZED FRAMES I watch every splash, every screech, every ripple. From high in my tower I spend my day deciding if that person over there has been under too long, if that one across the way is doing the back float or is really in trouble, or if the one way out there is actually struggling or just learning to swim.

The decisions I make are crucial to saving people’s lives, yet every day that has passed this week, this job has been feeling more and more just like that—a job.

That yearning I felt for a career before everything happened is starting to come back a little more every day. And for the first time, I find my anger toward my brother lessening. Not saying that’s a good thing, though, because I’m not sure where that leaves us.

When I finally get home from a long day, I go straight to my room, hop in the shower, change, and walk out into the kitchen to grab some food.

Shocked before I even make it to the refrigerator, I almost barrel over in laughter when I see Brooklyn at the sink. His notebook is tossed on the counter and instead of writing like he usually is, he’s washing dishes, by hand. “Hey, man, dishwasher broken?”

Blowing a handful of suds out of his face, he turns toward me. “No, I’m doing this for my health. What do you think?”

Laughter continues to roll out of me. “I think you’re going to make someone a terrific wife.”

Setting the last of the dishes on the counter, he pulls the drain, and then flips me the bird. “I’m taking Sasha Gomez out tonight and if things go right, she’ll be coming back here. Just thought I’d tidy up.”

I lean against the counter. “Thanks for the warning.”

Sasha is an up-and-coming pop singer who got her start on MTV. Brooklyn and she have been friends for years. They’ve been fuck buddies for that long, too.

Brooklyn smiles. “Anytime, man. By the way, I saw Makayla over at the surf shop today when I stopped in to get some wax for my board. Her stuff is crazy cool. She gave me a couple of pieces to give to Sasha. Nice chick. You shouldn’t let her slip away.”

If his older brother were here, he’d sock Brooklyn right in the arm for saying anything like that. Keen Masters is heartless, though, and has no soft side whatsoever. Big balls, I always tell him. He prefers the term steel dick. Whatever.

Pushing up from the counter, I skip the food idea and open the door. “She was never mine to let slip away, bro. Have a great night.”

“Moody fucker,” Brooklyn calls after me.

I, in turn, throw him the finger.

Just as I plop myself down on the lounge chair, my phone rings. I take a quick glance at the screen.

It’s my mother.

She’s called three times this week, and I have yet to return her call. Last week in New York was tough, and I just don’t want to talk about it.

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