Page 565 of K.I.N.: Karma Is Near

I buried my little brother four months ago.

There wasn’t shit about that that felt like winning.

“You got that old-man stare again.”

I looked at Henry.

“I’m thirty-six.”

“Exactly.”

“Nigga.”

He laughed and reached across the island.

I slapped his hand.

“Didn’t I tell you leave my fucking wing alone?”

“You wasn’t eating it!”

“Now I’m eating it out of principle.”

I picked the wing up and bit into it while staring directly at him.

“You crazy.”

“And you’re homeless if you keep talking.”

He laughed.

I looked back at Sam’s text.

Tell Michael I’m bringing his cookies.

Three dots immediately appeared.

And me?

I smiled.

What you want?

Her response came fast.

`Henry groaned.

“Oh my God.”

“What?”

“You smiling at the phone again.”

“Get the fuck out my kitchen.”

He grabbed his plate.

“Tell Aunt Sam I said hey.”