Jared slept most of the day in the basement. Sometimes, he tried to go without food and water. But he vaguely remembered reading something. Hadn't meant to do so, but sometimes, he needed to get his mind off things.
He really wasn't a criminal, but he was certain his brother thought so. After all, the dude with the tattoos on his face who stopped by to visit did get killed during a home invasion. Jared was pretty sure it was the girlfriend's doing, but it wasn't something he'd mention to his older brother Cole.
At least Cole did have his own place. Their mother left it to Cole. It was as if she'd never expected much out of Cole. Wasn't Jared the smart one, after all?
They'd never been really close until now. They'd traveled in different circles and it had come down to this. Jared was back and no place to go. Honestly, he didn't know what he could, but rot away, somehow.
"Did you eat?" His brother asked and handed him over the smoke, there at the backdoor. The sun was hanging low, and Jared remembered how his brother could fish the summer away. But it was a brutally cold February. It just about took Jared's breath away, but he drew in the smoke and he let it lift from his mouth as if it were a sort of beauty he needed to see.
"I don't think so." Jared shrugged.
Cole's lips remained straight. He was indifferent as he always was. He dug in his back jean's pocket for his smartphone. Jared watched him make the call. Not much was said. Cole slipped the phone back in his pocket.
"You know what King Ranch Chicken is?" Cole looked at him blankly.
Jared shook his head, no.
"Guess we'll find out." Cole told him to grab his coat. They were going out.
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