3
I got my bag out of the bed of the truck and leaned in the window. “Thanks for the ride, Grandpa. I’ll think about what you said.”
“You do that. And get off the damn couch, Fatty.” We both laughed as he pulled out of our driveway.
I stomped up onto the porch and Jason met me at the door. “Have a nice walk?” He grinned. I opened the door and punched him in the gut. I dropped my bag on the porch and grabbed my little brother by the hair, dragging him down the steps into the yard. I gave him a shove and he went sprawling into the dirt.
“Get up.” I growled.
“What the hell? It was Pop’s idea!”
“Yeah, but the Ten Commandments tell me I can’t whoop his ass. Moses never said nothin’ about honorin’ an asshole little brother. You been up my ass ever since I came home about one thing or anoth
