Prologue
“Come in.”
I opened the door to Papi’s room and peered inside.
“Is now a good time?” I asked, opening it wider when I saw he was alone.
Ever since Papi’s longtime girlfriend had cheated on him, his room in the frat had been like a motel, with the vacancy sign constantly flickering.
“Yeah, bro, enter,” our treasurer said, barely taking his eyes off of the soccer game he was watching on TV.
“I come bearing gifts,” I said, showing him the two bottles of beer I had in my hands.
“I appreciate that,” Papi said when I handed him one. “Take a seat.”
I perched myself on the edge of one of the two empty chairs and took a sip of my beer.
“What can I do for you, young Temple?”
I was the youngest of three boys, Ridge, Wes, and myself. All three of us were currently attending U of M a
