MATTHEW
The whole drive home, Kino ignores me. I don't press the issue, I figure he needs some time to cool down, so I turn up the radio and tap on the steering wheel to Tupac.
Finally, Kino breaks his vow of silence to say, "Why are we listening to this ancient crap?"
I tear my eyes from the road to shoot him a look. "Watch it. Nobody disrespects Tupac."
He rolls his eyes, but when he turns his head, I think I see the tiniest smile on his face. "What
The house is quiet when I pull into the drive. Kino throws open the door a little too hard and hurries in without me, so I lock up the truck and follow him inside. He's up the stairs and into his bedroom before I've even got the door closed.
For a split second, I stand in the narrow corridor and look around. I forget how much of a shit
