Chapter 15
“Good morning.” Fear greeted Eureka and Anton as he entered the kitchen. He was clad in a red doo-rag and matching silk pajama pants that hung low in the front, boasting that V that lead to the stubble of his mound.
“Good morning,” she threw up a smile from where she sat on the sofa.
“Top of the AM, my nigga,” Anton replied. “I hope you don’t mind.” He held up the bowl of Captain Crunch he was eating.
“Nah, help yourself, family.” He moved about the kitchen, preparing a mug of coffee. “Mi casa su casa,” he looked to Eureka holding up a mug. “You want some coffee?”
“Sure,” she nodded.
“How do you like it?”
“Cream, sugar, you know. The regular.”
“Got it,” he tossed the mug around his back and caught it at his front.
“Soooo, somebody got ‘em some last night, huh?” Eur
