Four
Cole––––––––
AFTER FINISHING up with the garbage disposal, I ran into Tank and Raina again on my way out to lunch.
“Where you heading now?” Tank asked, his arm around my sister’s shoulder.
“Was going to grab a bite to eat and check on Sal,” I replied, twirling my keys around my finger. “Unless you need me for something right now.”
“No, man. Go and get yourself some lunch. You’ve been working your a*s off today.”
“Thanks.”
“I should go with you,” said Raina. Sal, our uncle, had admitted himself into an alcohol rehabilitation center three weeks ago. He’d been diagnosed with liver disease and things weren’t looking too good for him.
“Don’t you have to get back to the bar?” I asked her. Both she and I were now co-owners of Sal’s bar. Since I was already working two jobs, I wasn’t
