Chapter 16Namir put the plates in the dishwasher, covered the leftover stir fry, put it in the refrigerator, and wiped the table. All the while Jinx was watching him.
“Do you have a TV?” Jinx was leaning back in his chair, his legs sprawled, and the sleeves of the hoodie pushed up to reveal part of his forearms. He had nice forearms. Strong, sprinkled with dark hairs.
“Upstairs, but I’m hardly ever there. It’s dusty.”
A small smile played on Jinx’s lips. “The TV is dusty?”
“The upper floor. I never go up there.”
“Why?”
He didn’t know why. “My room and the kitchen are all I need.”
“Don’t you ever watch TV?”
Namir pursed his lips. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d watched anything.
“Want to head up there and relax some before bed?”
“I should make sure the chickens have gone t
