Callahan
"Hey, Brother," Antonio says when I open my eyes.
He looks older than twenty-six. Already has gray hair at his temples. He's too f*****g young to have gray around his temples.
“You look like I feel,” I say.
"I should have been there."
"So you could get shot up too?"
"So I could fight alongside you."
"f**k that. I'm glad you weren't there."
"I'm glad you're alive."
"I'm not going anywhere yet, Brother."
“You can't control that,” he says, running a hand through his hair.
I can. To some extent. Guilt gnaws at me, but I shove it away.
“Did you get the problem solved?”
"What? Oh. Yeah. It was nothing, really. Some stupid emails crossed and just nothing."
“I'm glad Uncle David sent you, Antonio. It's better if you're outside of this. Like he is. It's safer."
“I'm not a co
