I kept my voice calm. “I don’t have any
problems with kids. I just want to meet his
mom. Tell her that he needs to learn some
manners, otherwise, who knows what he might
do later.”
When my brother heard that I wanted to talk to
his mom, even his eyes flickered with
something that looked like fear.
- 5.
I didn’t waste any time.
His mom, Rhonda, was this tough–looking
woman, and she looked like she’d seen a ghost
when she saw Joe and I.
It was pretty clear she knew about the switch.
She looked around, made sure no one else was
around, then got a grip on herself.
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“What… what are you doing here?” she asked.
When I told her why we’d come, she looked like
a weight had lifted off her shoulders.
“Don’t you worry, I’ll teach him a lesson,” she
said.
My brother shrank back.
I nodded, “Your kid got lucky this time. If my
folks had found him, they wouldn’t have let him
off so easy.”
Rhonda looked panicked. “I know, I get it. I’ll
keep him inside and make sure he doesn’t
cause any more trouble.”
She shoved my brother inside and slammed the
door. “You stay in there and don’t you move!”
Then, she looked at Joe, trying to be friendly.
“Do you want to come in? I just bought some
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fruit, there’s candy inside.”
Joe wrinkled his nose, “I don’t wanna go there,
looks dirty as hell.”
He turned around and left.
Rhonda looked like she wanted to say
something, but she stopped herself.
She went back inside, and a few seconds later,
we heard my brother screaming his head off.
Rhonda was taking out all her frustration on
him.
Amy was waving to us from the alley, smiling so
sweetly. “Bye, pretty lady! Bye, little man!”
Pretty lady?
That sounded pretty funny coming from Amy.
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7:06
Last time, when my brother was driving straight at me, with Amy right beside him, all she’d whispered in my ear as I was bleeding out was,
“You deserved this, you monster. You should’ve
listened to Chris!”
