A Secret Place
“What’s today?”
“Tuesday, why?”
“Yo, come with me somewhere.”
I’ve got nothing better to do, so I go. Fourteen-year-olds can only work five and a half hours a day. That’s what’s called labor laws.
I automatically assume that Kenny wants to go see Granny again, but instead we’re walking along Ashburton, in a direction I don’t often take. There’s a large hospital on Ashburton, but the one Ma works at is the better one.
“That’s the gambling spot,” Kenny says, pointing to a storefront that looks mostly empty inside. The people in there are older, much older. Like a second away from being senior citizens. I guess you don’t just go in there unless you’re invited. I doubt if they’re gonna let two teens up in there, but you never know. I grab the door handle to go in.
“What y
