3
Ryker
The window unit in Mom’s condo ran on high, but it didn’t do much to lessen the stifling heat in the small place. I swore in my head while shutting the door behind me, disappointed to not find it a bit cooler inside than out or the fact the stale cigarette stench from Mom’s bad habit still clung to the walls.
My sister Jenny sat at the kitchen table, her face drawn and pale, a mug in front of her.
I glanced back at the hallway leading to the two bedrooms. “How’s she doing?”
Jenny shrugged and let out a heavy exhale. “Back to muttering about our s**t head father and what a great man he was.”
My lip curled as I pulled the coffee pot out to pour myself a mug. “Want more?” I asked, gesturing to Jenny’s mug.
“Sure.”
I filled her mug, put the pot back, and settled into the ricket
