CHAPTER 5
The light in the room was bright -- the sun poured in through the small front windows of his bedroom. Little Joe sat up in his bed and quickly pushed the blankets off himself and onto the floor as if it was on fire. His whole body was loaded with sweat, but he finally felt a sense of relief: It was in fact, only a dream.
He looked at the clock: 11AM. It was Sunday. Crap, he thought, he would have to hurry.
He reached for a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt in his dresser, but there were none of course; Sal hadn’t done laundry for weeks. Instead, he picked up the shirt he had tossed on the floor the night before and left the jeans on he had worn for days now.
His bedroom was in the basement, along with his brother Sal’s. In the miniature washroom next to his room, Litt
