Richard
I swing the door open.
The house is spotlessly clean. Not the way we left it after the dinner party. My brother did it. And I must admit, I'm impressed.
Anton is sitting on the couch, reading a book with a cup of coffee in his hand. He puts the book down when he sees me. He dashes to the kitchen and makes me a cup of coffee.
"Thanks." I say when he hands it to me.
"Richard." He says, sinking back into the couch directly opposite from me. "I wanna ask you for a huge favor."
Silence haunts the living room.
I grip the cup tighter. The coffee suddenly tastes bitter in my throat. I knew this would happen. I feel foolish for believing him. For believing he had changed.
"Anton." I say sourly. "If it's a money favor, forget about it. You're not getting a single cent from me."
Anto
