I went into the kitchen.
A few minutes later I had bacon going in one pan and eggs in another. French toast was next.
Henry had disappeared upstairs to his bedroom.
My phone rang on the counter.
Tyler.
I put it on speaker.
“Yo.”
“What we doing about your brother?”
I flipped the bacon.
“Nothing.”
“Nigga.”
“What?”
“You beat his ass yesterday and sent him back into the world still thinking this shit about money.”
“Because it is about money.”
“Lev.”
“He owe me twenty.”
“He owed you fifteen until you woke up yesterday and discovered interest.”
I laughed.
“He owe me twenty now.”
Tyler sucked his teeth.
“I’m talking about the other shit.”
“I know what you talking about.”
“So what we doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Still?”
“Still.”
“You a patient motherfucker.”
“Seven years’ll do that to you.”
He got quiet.
I cracked another egg into the pan.