Whit takes his shoes off at the door as he comes in to his house. Right on cue his little brother comes running up to him. He had been changed out of his miniature collared shirt and slacks and put into a regular t-shirt and pair of jeans.

“Whit! Whit! Lookie what I gots!” He excitedly holds out an eclectic assortment of junk and candy.

“Sweet haul, you get that from the egg hunt?”

“Uh-huh.” Whit’s brother grins ear to ear, “I found five eggs!”

“Woah!” Whit grabs his brother by the waist and hoists him up to his hip, “That must be some kind of record.”

The small child wraps his arms around Whit’s shoulders, “Naw, Billy got twelve.”

“I bet Billy cheated.” Whit carries himself and his brother upstairs to his bedroom.

“You can’t cheat at an easter egg hunt!” Whit’s brother argues.

“Sure you can. What if he knew where all the eggs were before the hunt started? That’d be cheating. Or if he bribed some other kids to give him their eggs so it’d look like he found more than he did, that’d be cheating too.”

“Ah! I bet Billy cheated!”

“Damn straight, and he probably ate all the candy out of your easter basket too!”

The gullible boy’s jaw drops, “I’m gonna punch Billy in the face!”

“That’s exactly how we solve our problems.” Whit agrees. “What game do you wanna watch me play?” He deposits the boy on his bed that doubles as a couch before going to turn on their game console that sits on the small entertainment center that is his dresser.

Whit’s room is a long and narrow space and the attic. Whit keeps a carpet of dirty clothing on the ground because the ancient wood flooring is prone to giving splinters to unwary feet. The rafters above are adorned with old Christmas lights that have whole sections of bulbs burned out leaving the room in mostly lowlight.

“I like the one with all the funny cars.”

“Mario Cart it is.”

Whit settles himself in on the bed next to his brother after he gets the game going.

“Where did you go anyway?” Whit looks down at the large blue eyes looking back at him.

“I was just with Benny and Laurel. Why?”

“Momma was gettin’ mad again.” He looks down and fiddles with one of his prizes, a plastic gold coin.

“That is because mom happens to hate me.” Whit says matter-of-factly.

“What were you doin’ with them anyway?”

Whit smiles and stares at the game loading screen, “I was getting a blowjob by the river.”

Whit’s brother stares up at him, “What’s a blowjob?”

Whit laughs, “You’ll figure it out when your older. And don’t tell mom I told you anything about it.”

“But you didn’t tell me anything about it.”

“And you’ll be glad I did the day you do learn what it is. Now come on” He wraps his arm around his brother and squeezes him to his side, “What character should we play?”