Chapter 25
Two days later, Dad and Michelle left for work early, and Jim went home to do chores. Later, as Brian opened the windows facing Jim’s house, George’s voice bellowed through the open windows. “Where the hell have you been, you little s**t?”
Jim answered, “I slept at Brian’s. I left a note.”
“I didn’t see any f*****g note.”
Jim’s mom said, “Jim, just go to your room.”
The jerk yelled, “Not until he accounts for himself.”
“Don’t you have a job to go to? You don’t want to be late, you know?”
“None of your business, punk. Where have you been?”
Jim kept his voice calm. “I just accounted for myself. Here’s the effing note right in the middle of the effing table, eighteen inches from your effing cereal bowl. You still so drunk you can’t see that? I didn’t think you could stay a
