CHAPTER THIRTEEN
His buddy felt well yesterday and had paced the confines of the squat until they both went nuts. He’d kept opening the door and peeking outside while he scratched at his skin and scuffed the soles of his shoes on the floor, singing the same lines of a song repetitively. Occasionally, he’d knocked his head against a wall, not hard, just demonstrating his boredom. He hated their enforced nocturnal lifestyle, having to be active after dusk like rats.
In all honesty, he wouldn’t have chosen the kid as his pretend son or companion in his old life. But his buddy was his only friend and needed him. At least he was helping someone. It didn’t balance up with what he’d lost, but he only had himself to blame.
So eventually, the kid won, like he often did. But he’d only agreed to t
