CHAPTER TWELVEThat night
Young Kreon laid in bed on his side, sound asleep. A dark figure with a cane, holding something in his hand, appeared in the doorway. He took a sip from what was shaped like a tall can and stood where he was, seemingly watching the youngster sleep. Suddenly, Kreon’s eyelids snapped open and he sat up in bed. He looked to the digital clock and saw that it was 12:05 A.M. When his eyes went to the doorway, he found Khadafi standing there taking casual sips from his golden Old English can of beer. Through the outside light shining in the window, he could make out half of him: his Kufi, his gold rimmed glasses, and overcoat. Kreon was scared, not knowing what he was going to do to him. Especially with him just standing there, studying him like he was a dissected frog o
