now, someone was going to knock on our door and inform me that I was being recalled.
âRoberto!â someone yelled from below. âOpen up!â
âWhy canât he use the buzzer,â Roberto asked while crawling through the window, âlike a normal person?â
A few minutes later, Robertoâs brother JC was in our apartment. I watched through the window as they playfully smacked each other around. JCâJuan Carlosâwas an even beefier version of Roberto. He was five years older, solid, and almost menacing looking. Except when he smiled; his dimples made him look like an angel on steroids.
After a few minutes, I crawled back into the apartment. JC pointed at me and said, âYou still hanging out with this piece of trash?â
âHe keeps following me around,â Roberto said. He shrugged, as if to say, What are you gonna do?
Suddenly I was being crushed by JCâs arms and lifted off the floor. I gasped for breath, and all I could smell was cigarettes, sweat, and cheap cologne. None of which smelled bad on JC. He put me down, pushed me away, and said, âPunk.â
âAsshole,â I muttered.
Roberto and JC locked eyes and both said, âOoh, snap!â
JC threw his jacket on a chair, looked around, and said, âThis place isnât half as bad as I thought it would be.â
âItâs worse, right?â Roberto said, grinning.
âYou got that right. Your mom would go apeshit if she saw this place.â
âAt least I donât still live with her,â Roberto said.
In a flash, they were rolling on the floor. I sat on the windowsill and watched them wrestle. I wondered how much money I could make if I videotaped them. If only Morgan had a camera. When JC put Roberto in a headlock, I said, âIf you guys need it, Iâm sure I have some lube.â
JC pushed Roberto away. They both lay on the floor panting for a few minutes. JC reached into his jacket, pulled out a folded-up brown paper bag, and tossed it to Roberto. It hit him in the middle of the chest. Robertoâs eyes lit up. He opened the bag, peered inside, and grinned.
âMy brotherâs the bomb, yo,â he said to me. âDidnât I tell you?â
Iâd never been one of JCâs biggest fans. He was pigheaded, overly macho, and sometimes rude. But he always scored the best weed in the city. From what Iâd heard, most cops did. We passed around a tightly rolled joint, and JC filled Roberto in on their youngest brotherâs latest exploits at school. I tuned them out and followed the cracks in the ceiling with my eyes. They formed a spider-web around a dusty glass light fixture, which looked on the verge of giving in to gravity. Maybe one day it would fall on Morganâs head.
âWhat are you giggling at?â Roberto asked me.
âNothing,â I said. I hadnât realized I was laughing.
JC pointed at me and said, âThis kidâs crazy. One day, heâs gonna snap.â
I snapped my fingers and flipped him the bird. We all started laughing, until we heard the apartment door open. Kendra walked into the room and said, âWhy does it smell like my grandmotherâs house in here?â
âItâs him,â I said, gesturing to JC.
âUh-oh,â JC said. âMomâs home.â
âYour brother?â Kendra asked. Roberto nodded. She turned to JC and said, âNice to meet you.â
JC stood and took Kendraâs hand in his meaty paws. In a low voice, he said, âHello.â
âHey, Kendra, I forgot to tell you about something earlier,â I said and dragged her into the kitchen.
âWhat?â she asked, pulling her hair behind her ears.
I looked around the room, then took a jar of mayo from the refrigerator. âIs this yours?â
âNo.â She pointed to the label. Hellmanâs was crossed out and replaced by Morganâs. âAre you stoned?â
âWhy?
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