Chapter 37: Can I Borrow Ten Dollars?I woke sprawled on Billy’s couch. His son, Eli, a senior in high school, was sitting in an easy chair playing with his phone and watching the cartoon channel.
Eli’s hair was almost as long as mine at this point in his juvenile delinquency.
“Yo, Uncle Wiley, check this out,” he said, showing me a picture on his phone of a girl with a wicked tongue piercing. “That is so whack. I told Mama I wanted studs, and she’s like, Eli Cantrell, you ever come home with studs you can just pack your things and get out of my house! I was like, chill, Mama. Damn! Don’t pop a vein. By the way, you’re supposed to take me to school. Uncle Wiley, you listening to me, man?”
I sat up, my head thundering, pounding, all kinds of unhappy.
“Take you to school?”
“I’ve only got
