Kuya’s drunk as a skunk.
“She’s home. Remember? We dropped her off first,” Kuya Paolo says as they try to climb the stairs together.
“Oh,” Kuya says.
“Come on, Anton. Left foot first,” Kuya Paolo says as they try to climb the stairs. “That’s your right foot, genius.”
“Your gut’s blocking the view!”
“Asshole. Nikki owes me.”
“Nikki’s here?” Kuya asks, perking up.
It takes about five minutes before Kuya Paolo successfully gets Kuya to his room. On his way out, Kuya Paolo again gives me that same strained smile and says, “He still remembers his name.”
Because that should reassure me.
“Uh-huh.”
“Lucas, on the other hand.” Kuya Paolo sucks in a breath. “I think his liver needs replacement.”
“What?” I snap. Who needs to replace what now?
“Joking!” Kuya Paolo says, palms up. “He’s hom
