Long Time Gone
“Okay, so far so good.“I said my parents were true-blue, salt-of-the-earth types. I didn’t say I was.” Erik took another sip of water, settling back in his chair. “In point of fact, I was a punk. And not even a smart one, not that most punks are.”It had been the logical next step after his bullying had come to an end once his brothers had begun fighting back. Moving on from simple assault to bigger crimes. He felt like wincing at the memory of his seventeen-year-old self—greasy hair down to his shoulders, black shirt, black jeans, chain wallet, Doc Martens. Oh, yeah. Mr. Cool is in the house.“Most of what I did would fall under the heading of stupid crap.” He counted off on his fingers. “Stealing a couple of six-packs from a Stop-N-Go, drag racing on the highway, vandalizing the bleachers at the high school football stadium. The high school where my dad taught, you understand. I had a real genius for screwing with my family.”He glanced up. Morgan was watching him with narrowed eyes.
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