Chapter Twenty-Two
NicoSomething’s up with Dec. I’ve never seen him like this, pushing himself to the brink the way he has since he’s arrived, saying barely two words to me, and virtually ignoring Alison. She’s sent us to turn compost, because she wants us out of her hair, and Declan needs something to do, because he’s driving us both crazy.
Finally, I jab my fork into the pile. I’m not a touchy-feely guy, especially where my brothers are concerned, but this s**t has to stop. “Wanna talk about it?”
Dec keeps tossing manure onto the pile and turning it as if I haven’t spoken. “Nope,” he finally grunts.
Jeezus, he has it bad. But if I’ve learned one thing up here, it’s that hard work cleanses you, clears your head, helps you find perspective. “I’ve been there, you know.”
He throws down
