Nineteen
Ridge
“Hey, brother, how’s things?” I asked Brody.
I’d been in my room, lying back on my bed and pondering my life choices, specifically my relationship with Karrie and what I was going to do about it, when I’d remembered what Wes had told me.
I still hadn’t reached out to our little brother. So, I’d picked up my cell and called him.
“Can’t complain,” Brody replied, sounding tired.
“Did I wake you?”
He yawned. “Mmhmm, I was out late last night.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard complaints about your active social life,” I told him, annoyed on his behalf.
“From who, Mom?”
“Hell no, you know I only talk to her by force … It was passed along by her favorite child.”
Brody snorted.
“I don’t know how he still buys her shit.”
“Me neither, man. I guess he feels sorry for her,” I replied. “Y
