Chapter 7

“No, I, like…need advice.”

“What?” asked Kiko, shocked. “Advice with what?”

“Why now?” asked Dom from the couch. Kiko turned to face his orderly bookshelves.

“I just got this email, right?” said Chad, sounding more awkward than usual. “I applied to transfer to the tech school in Madison. They, like, just told me I’m in. Next semester, the spring one, you know.”

“Congratulations,” said Kiko. “Isn’t that a longer drive?”

“It’s worth it,” said Chad. “No big deal, literally. I like it there more. They got classes I’m into.”

“Okay,” said Kiko, resisting the impulse to rub his forehead. If Dom saw the motion he might decide to come over and try something. “If you’re in, what do you need advice about?”

“For fuck’s sake,” said Dom from the couch. “Just tell him you’ll give him advice at work.”