“Is that valuable…monetarily?”
“Nah. You can get three for a couple bucks.” Still, I picked it up and stood long enough to set it on the taller dresser in front of my window.
“I could never reach it up there.”
“My mom called this one a highboy.” It was over six feet tall. “She liked vintage words.”
“I’m a lowboy, I guess.”
I sat back down.
“What else do you think about?”
“Today it was all about the future.”
“What about it?”
I didn’t know if I should say. “Like, when I go off wherever I go after next summer, what’s going to happen to my brother?”
That got Waz’s caresses to start again. “He can’t live by himself?”
“He’s shown no indication he can. He drives, but he never goes anywhere. I have to go into the store or wherever.”
“He picked up pizza.”
“A school buddy of his from ba
