Chapter 57

Mr. Truttle laughed and teased back. “Don’t you boys act up now or you’ll get grounded.” He laughed more, then went back to reading his paper.

A while later, Brian and Jim headed into the basement, where they read their books. 21

“I’m going to visit Matt Zimmerman a few blocks over,” Mr. Truttle called into the basement.

Chuckling, Brian said, “He’ll be gone for hours and come back half-stewed. Mr. Zimmerman makes his own beer.”

Jim put his book on the table, clasped his hands behind his head, and stretched. “I’m glad we don’t drink like the other kids. I don’t like feeling woozy and sure as hell never want to be throwing-up-drunk. Maybe because George drinks so much. I remember Mom arguing with Dad about drinking.”

Brian got that silly smirk on his face that Jim loved.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I’m not sure I should say it.”

“I’m not a cop yet. I can’t arrest you.”

“You might think less of me.”