Chapter 9

Jim patiently waited until they broke apart. “Hey, Mr. Truttle, how long you gonna be gone this time?”

“One night and two days. Just a quick trip to Washington and back.”

Jim smirked and crossed his arms. “Fuck, everyone knows it takes longer than that to get to D.C. and back from California.”

Mr. Truttle’s belly laugh made the boys grin. “Jim, maybe you should be a comedian, huh, but watch your language. I’m going to the stateof Washington.” He touched Jim’s red and swollen cheek. “So what exactly happened yesterday?”

Jim gazed at the ground. “He just lost his shit. Same ol’, same ol’.”

“He hit your mom?”

Jim shook his head.

“Someday I’m going to kick that man’s carcass all the way to hell.”

“I’ll move out someday. I don’t want you to get in trouble. You’ve been so good to me over the years.” He always felt awkward talking about his situation. Words never helped, never changed a thing, except to embarrass him for being a wimp. “You be safe.”