Upstairs Mikey showed me what he had snagged.
Two bottles of dark Killian’s Red beer were tucked into the
waistband of his jeans and held against his belly when he crossed
his arms. Both front pockets of his jeans held ice cold cans of
Miller’s Light. Before I even managed to get his bedroom door shut
behind me, Mikey was already dumping his spoils onto his bed. “Two
each,” he said, popping open one of the cans. It made a refreshing
snap I would have sworn was heard downstairs, but despite
the way my heart pounded in my chest, neither Mr. Pierce nor his
buddies came storming up to demand we return their beer. Almost
giddy with excitement, I hurried to the bed as Mikey threw back his
head to gulp down his first can. By the time he was reaching for
one of the chilly bottles, my o
