I should have paid attention to the storm brewing. I should have known that a boy that troubled was bound to spread trouble and the trouble went like this.
For some reason the Grangetown public works department saw to it that July was the month to finally pave the streets of the scraggly neighborhood at the edge of town. The streets weren’t actually unpaved, but they might as well have been for how cracked, crumbled and potholed they were.
Stan cursed up a storm every morning and night. I was right there with him. The construction crew with all their noisy equipment clogged my way out even at seven in the morning. Then, they randomly closed the road or worse abandoned their work for days leaving gaping holes, shredded layers of pavement and even a section of sticky tar that looked like someone screwed up the recipe. I had to keep Roady on a leash again because there was too much going on, men and trucks.
“It’ll just be a little while,” I consoled him as I walked him. He was a freestyle dog. The leash was a double confinement. He couldn’t run and he couldn’t choose his own way. Taking him on the job site wasn’t an option because I’m working indoors now and Jerry won’t allow it. That meant his days were spent, lounging around with the boys as they sweated the hot day away playing on an old wii system that Stan bought off a friend. Mostly Junior played and the rest watched him. I got roped into playing Mario Kart against him. I beat him which he handled well saying he helped me win. Liam yanked the controller from Junior’s hand.
“You won’t beat me,” he said. “And I’m not helping you.”
“Okay little man,” I said. I’m a little taken aback by the hostility in his voice and I decide I’ll let him win. At least that was the plan. He’s no good at it though and kept driving off the track. There’s nothing I could do but win. He threw the controller down. His brothers yelled at him.
“If you broke it, I’m going to kill you!” Clinton said picking it up like it was a baby.
Liam yelled back, his face bright red. The next thing I knew, they all grabbed for the same controller. They were going to break it.
“Who wants an ice pop?” I said. Four faces turn my way. Liam still scowled. I went to the kitchen to get the pops. When I came back, Liam was gone and then I noticed, so was Roady.
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This post is fiction based on the back story of a supporting character in a novel in process by Clare Graith. See ClareGraith.com for more info about the author.