![]() At sixteen he dropped out and took me with him. Ray dragging me out the door by my jammies. Watching us through the steamed glass shower door. ![]() When I told Daddy about RayRay's games, he dragged him into the bathroom and clipped Mom's curling iron to his thing. "Do it, or I'll tell mommy and she'll hate you." I woke with him sitting on my flat chest, telling me to do it for him too. Said he had to wash his dirty little girl before bedtime. That's when Daddy taught me the shower game. Mommy slept on the couch, her special juice staining her robe. Took out his scarred thing and pissed on it. He tugged the hoodie off, tossed it in the tub. "You give him some for this?" Ray's face scrunched up. "Why you hiding your goods for? No wonder I gotta hunt down tricks." I went and did the job in our room.Īfter I washed myself out, I got hell for the hoodie. ![]() My brother Ray had his arm around a man in dirty jeans. "She's got thing for you pobrecita," he said. Rodrigo grabbed her scruff to hold her back, snapping. Sallie barked, nose sighting on the sound. My brother kicked a trash can in the alley. Sallie sauntered up and I dragged my long bright nails through her tan fur. Yips and barks rose to a song and a herd of brown and white huddled against our thighs. His crooked garage stood in dead yellow grass with newspaper-taped windows. "Thanks." I gathered the sleeves up by my elbows, and followed him down the piss-stained alley between brownstones, the dogs barrel bellies rattling past the trash cans. "Girl, you gonna freeze." He peeled off his hoodie. I jogged down the steps, leaned against a parking sign. Rodrigo squatted on our three step stoop every morning, flanked by pit bulls with wide black smiles puffing steam.
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