I glance back at the exit, can I leave before Richie is dressed and out? The scarring image of my brother dancing for the lust of drunk crazed women is etched into my memory, and for a moment, i forget why I’m here.
I bite my lip, why wouldn’t he tell me he was an exotic dancer? I know, mom and dad cut him off, but is he struggling? He left with nothing but the clothes on his back, of course he is.
I peak at Will. He’s relaxed in his chair, legs spread and one hand tapping at the table, almost like he’s bored. He wears the same clothes from earlier, and if I look hard enough, I can see the dark spots where Jakes blood stains the fabric. For the second time tonight, there’s a lot of that going on today, I admire the inked images on his skin. I look past the tattoo of the grim reaper prot
