Chapter Four
The bowls were backwards in the dishwasher. It was his dad who could never put anything in the right way. He fixed the order of the bowls, lining them up so they were straight, and then closed the dishwasher, taking in the counter, seeing nothing else to load. He was done. Time to hit the video games.
“Trevor, who was that girl again at the bank, Janice…?” Steven allowed the name to linger as he leaned against the counter, and he had an odd tilt to his lip. Trevor wasn’t sure, from the way he was looking at him, what he wanted.
“Jasmine. I told you already what her name was.”
Steven didn’t look away, and Trevor had to take a step back, because he was too close, in his space. The table was cleared, everything was put away, and it was time to slip into the den and play some
