Infuriated, James left the house and went straight to his sister Rhina. It had always been that way, whenever he was angry, disappointed or upset, be it personal or work related, his sister’s humble two-story bungalow house down in Queens was his go-to. Maybe because Rhina kept it the way their old house looked like and it reminded him of their happy childhood or because Rhina doesn’t whine every time he comes in, no matter what time of the day it is. She just welcomes him without asking questions.
Well, she does ask questions, but she feels things and the atmosphere if it is okay to ask and if he is ready to be questioned. He would usually volunteer information when he is well fed. Rhina had to whip his favorite comfort food to get the details out. He pulled up in her garage at almost el
