Chapter 19
Brian woke with his hearting pounding and a sweaty face from another war dream. He took deep breaths to quell the urge to vomit. The alarm blared and he slapped it off. Jim wasn’t in bed, but seconds later, he heard the thump of feet on the thick wooden stairs.
Jim offered him coffee in Brian’s Mickey Mouse cup. “Just the way you like it with milk and sugar.” He kissed Brian’s cheek, but Brian jumped out of bed and slammed the cup on the tiny table.
“I have to piss.”
Jim teased, “Can I watch?”
“Grow up. There’s a war on.”
“Asshole.”
Brian pissed, washed his face and hands, and did his teeth, glaring into the mirror. “He’s right, you are an asshole.”
Back in the basement, he found Jim, wearing slacks and a button-down shirt, sitting at the table with another police book.
