Chapter 4
After two weeks had passed and his mother, Lula, had not called back, Hank figured he was in the clear. He rolled over in his narrow single bed and glanced at his alarm clock. It was just past seven, and he was due downstairs in the kitchen in half an hour. He eyed the pack of cigarettes on the little nightstand next to the bed and wished he could have one, but knew if he took even one puff indoors, something terrible would happen. Alarms would sound. E.J. would rush in and spray him with that foamy s**t that came out of a fire extinguisher. Hell, the world might end. Smoking would have to wait, no matter how much his mind and body demanded it.
He lay in bed for what he knew could only be another five or ten minutes tops and thought that whatever drama his sister Stacy had brou
