Check up.
Scott bounced the ball twice, aggravated.
I said, check up. Adam smirked.
The sun was hot and humid, like most days in a Michigan summer. Just recently they had made a basketball hoop from the garage in hopes of making the summer days shorter. As a result, they spent most of their hours out of the danger of the neighborhood and in their driveway playing, Make-it-take-it until the street lamps came on. Adam, the older one had won consistently not allowing for the old, “gotta let younger brother have it”. Today was different. Scott had played himself into a point difference.
Scott checked the ball and took his defensive stance. Learned now in his experience, he knew Adam would start right and cross up left he then would pull up with this left from there. What had worked was making him cross to his right. Adam smiled at his stance and pushed right anyway allowing his physicality to take over. Instead of fighting against his brother's physicality he stepped back and gave him space. As Adam felt the space, shocked at the opportunity he pulled up a shot. Scott jumped to close the space, Adam seemed to laugh as he sidestepped and shot. Game over.
Adam laughed hard, frankly, so did Scott - despite the frustration - as Adam came over to help his hand up. Scott smiled as he grabbed his hand and pulled him up.
So, what do you want to do now?
Just then, the boys heard a get out, and a window shatter.
They both turned their heads and their dad came stumbling out of the side door - a bag in hand. He looked madly at the slammed door, frozen for a second. Then, muttering to himself he opened the trunk of his beat-up car. The boys looked at each other and froze.
Boys!
Yeah, Dad? The boys stood frozen at the end of the driveway.
Who wants to go on a vacation? A big smile came from their dad.
The boys looked at each other again.
Where? One of them said.
Las Vegas!
Why? Said the other.
Well for your birthday!
My birthday isn’t until February, Adam said.
Well then for Scott’s.
My birthday isn’t until next April.
Dad palmed his face and rubbed his eyes.
Do you want to go or not?
The boys didn’t say anything and shrugged.
He clapped his hands together and rubbed them quickly with a convincingly fake smile. Go pack your things!
Inside, the boys worked quickly in a fog of chain-smoked cigarettes. They packed their favorite shirts and their hats, and the one pair of jeans they each had. They grabbed their toothbrush and the shampoo they had been using as body wash. As they threw their backpacks over their shoulders their mother arrived in the doorway.
Where are you going? She pulled a drag of a cigarette.
Mom, uh, dad, he’s -
He’s taking us on vacation, Adam interjected, are you coming?
She breathed in another cloud of smoke from her cigarette. I wasn’t invited. She wrapped her robe tighter and let her cigarette rest in her mouth and she turned away.
That was weird.
Maybe we shouldn’t go with Dad, Scott said.
Adam shrugged and walked toward his mom.
Mom?
She didn’t turn around. She just looked out the window at the front lawn.
Mom? We don’t have to go.
I don’t care. A puff of smoke blew over her head.
Okay, I love you.
I love you too. As Adam closed the door a tear fell from her eye and her hand trembled to herself. The boys, of course, did not know this.
Scott sat at the kitchen table and ate what was left of the graham crackers. His father came in from the door next to him, sweating, his shirt buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up.
Where’s your brother?
Scott shrugged and took a bite of his food.
Well, are you almost - Adam, are ya ready?
Scott looked up from this snack and saw his brother with his head down and both hands on the straps of his backpack.
Adam forced a smile, Yeah, Dad.
Alright, let’s go! He continued a smile throughout the awkward silence, I’ll meet ya in the car!
As Adam passed Scott, Scott got up. What did Mom say?
Adam looked up from the ground, she said she didn’t care and shrugged.
Through the window, landscapes passed. For each state, there seemed to be a game that got ruined quickly by boredom, or heat, or some other unforeseen event.
Their dad had asked about girls briefly but didn’t know how to continue. He really didn’t know how to start. For a minute as both boys looked out the window imagining freedom their dad looked up into the rearview getting the courage to talk.
So, uhhh, their dad said, any girls?
Both the boys looked at each other. Adam shook his head with his eyes wide.
Come on! I know that look.
Well, said Scott, Adam hangs out with a girl -
Shut up! Adam said and punched his arm.
Ow! Scott pushed back and then got headlocked by his brother.
Adam, ADAM! Let him go.
Adam pushed him away and they went back to staring out their windows.
In the first 24 hours, the boys had lived on a Whopper from Burger King and slept. They had increasingly felt their armpits stink and their body get antsier. And so, as they sang to every radio song, bickered about sports, and played a few hands of cards one of them finally asked for a break.
Dad, can we stop?
No time to stop boys, we can stop when we get to Colorado.
What’s in Colorado? Scott asked as he looked out the window.
Their dad looked into the rearview mirror and squinted his eyes and then looked back down at the road. Fine, we will stop at the next exit.
The boys cheered as their dad smiled at the idea that the boys may be excited about the trip. Really, they cheered for relief.
The bell rang as the boys walked into the worn-down convenience store. Their father told them to find a snack and something to drink.
What are you going to get? Scott asked Adam.
Not sure, maybe just a Coke. Adam shrugged.
I’m getting an ICEE, Scott smiled.
Sorry kid, we are out, a husky voice from the front of the store stated.
The big man sat on a stool smoking and sweating, his eyes droopy with alcohol or sleep.
Dang. Scott said.
It’s fine, just go choose something else, I’ll meet you up front.
Scott stared up at him.
Let’s go before Dad gets annoyed and changes his mind.
Scott split off and looked down the colorful isles of fridges, he scanned slowly enjoying his time out of the car and his choices. With the abundance, couldn’t make up his mind between two drinks. He looked back to see if impatience was on Adam's face. Instead, Scott saw the clerk look both ways and get stern. To Scott, it seemed as if he was doing the whisper scream that parents do. Scott’s eyebrow lifted in confusion and quickly remembered that his dad had asked for him to grab something and so Scott took this as an excuse to get both things.
Ready?
Did you get something for Dad?
Scott raised the two juices to the countertop.
The clerk continued - Where’s your parents, kid, I oughta -
Thank you, sir. Adam interrupted and grabbed the drinks put his arm around Scott’s shoulder and guiding Scott outside. The clerk's mouth was open.
Outside, their dad was sweating and smoking his way through a cigar. He leaned against the driver's side of the car looking around at the desolate road and probably trying to remember how to get back on course in a timely fashion.
What did you get?
A Coke, I told you.
Scott was quiet for a second. What was the clerk talking about?
Adam looked down at him, his mouth a bit open and confused.
Scott looked up, his eyes narrowed, come on you can trust me, I won’t tell.
Look, it’s just something a friend had me try at school.
Scott’s eyes dropped.
He wrapped his arm around Scott.
Boys! Let’s go. Their dad was waving them in.
I’ll race you to the Car.
Scott smiled, he wrapped his hands around his mouth and shouted across the parking lot, Dad! We got you juice!
They could see their dad scratch his head and then yell, But I - I didn’t want - Okay..
They laughed and Scott took off toward the car.
Adam looked down and shook his head, maybe a little disappointed in himself, and started jogging towards the car.
Boys! Wake up, we are here!
If you had not been to Vegas in the 1980s you couldn’t really understand the underwhelming sensation of a son’s eyes to that of their father’s dreams. What they heard about Vegas was a shining metropolis, that mixed of a golden promise, entertainment, and treasure and that of the Wild West where everyone ran free. That is hardly the reality when the boys cracked their eyes open. It was a desert - at least in the middle of the day. Yes, there were colorful signs but the white was dusted over into the orange of the sand. The lights were not bright in comparison to the hot sun and waves of what reflected off of the read. On side streets, women dressed in bedazzled bras, and string-like underwear. While Adam felt awoken by the details in the women, Scott was confused.
Paradise! Eh, boys?
I’ve never seen Dad smile like that, Scott whispered.
As they drove his Dad and looked up at the signs of Cowboys. The momentos as they passed. Look at that there! Look at her! I have to take you to see this! The boys sat quiet in the back looking at each thing pointed.
Dad, is there a pool at our hotel? Scott asked.
Dad shut up for a second, realizing that one of his sons was nine, perhaps for the first time, and said…. Uh, yes.
The motel was outside the strip. It was a motel, not a casino and hotel that Vegas had been known for. There were, for Scott and Adam’s level of exposure, naked women on the corner of the hotel and some men tweaking out and talking to themselves.
Both Adam and Scott laid in bed while their dad showered. They waited, as he got ready, he combed his hair and put on his suit which was old and smelled like the attic. He sprayed his cheap cologne, he hummed to himself.
Where are you going? Adam asked.
His dad, again, realized that he had brought his sons. I think I’m going to head out for a while.
Are we going?
No, um…
He put on his watch, just stay here - I won’t be long.
They would not see him for two days.
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In the morning, Scott woke to check the other bed - which had not been touched. Scott rubbed his eyes. The room was dusty and a fluorescent white light slivered from the dark curtains.
Adam.
Adam, Scott said again. He pulled at his shoulder.
Scott lifted his head, he turned his head.
Where’s Dad?
Scott put his head back down, I don’t know, Scott. What time is it?
The clock was flashing so he couldn’t tell. He could, however, hear the bustling of cars.
Scott got up without answering his brother and approached the bright light and pulled the curtains open. When he did, Adam hid his face into the pillow and both realized the darkening power of the shades. Mean’t for sleeping through the day and the glow of the lights, which they saw last night, to keep the wandering people in throughout the night.
Behind him, Adam got up and started putting on his clothes.
Where are you going?
Aren’t you hungry? Adam put on a hat.
Scott thought for a moment, he looked outside, do you know where to go?
Adam was about to leave through the door.
Wait!
-
The boys walked down the stip for a while, looking for breakfast, but throughout the course of their search, they came into contact with many different characters not excluding: a naked man's body painted as a dolphin, a robot that only moved when they did not look, and a man handing out trading cards of naked women. The desert breeze was not fresh, it smelled of alcohol, cigarettes, and other - they felt they were exploring an alien planet to the likes of Mos Eisley. This reference, though, would not be understood by either of the boys as their VHS was taped over.
The boys walked in and out of casinos before finding one where they could see a dining hall from the entrance. Adam figured they could easily sneak in appealing to the logic that no boys would be left alone in Mos Eisley.
Excuse me, ma’am?
The lady looked down from the hostess stand.
Uh - Adam studdered - I think my mom is in there. He pointed at the area to nowhere in particular.
She looked back. Scott noticed her eyes had dark circles and Adam finished the thought with the fact that it was probably the end of her overnight shift. They looked at each other.
She faked a smile, go ahead, but if you don’t see them come on out.
Adam grabbed Scott’s shoulders. Thank you he smiled and pushed Scott through the opening.
In all honesty, the lady did not care, she had to pretend to. She did not looked back once.
Alright, Adam said, let’s hurry.
They ran to the line but were not modest with the amount they shoveled onto their plate. Eggs, waffles, sausage, drizzled over the top with syrup. French toast on another plate. Then they got to the end of the line. The cashier.
Uh-
Payment?
Room Number?
We can charge it to the room - where’s your parents?
They turned and scanned the yellow room. Scott pointed to people on the other side of the room.
Wonderful, what’s the number?
Uh-
They sat in silence for a minute.
Run! Adam took off with the plates.
Scott followed behind.
Nobody cared to follow.
About two blocks down, they ate their breakfast on the curb. They were quiet, watching people pass. They seemed content for a minute. Scott’s mind started to wonder.
You think Dad will be back soon?
Adam stopped chewing for a moment. Of course, he will.
They ate for a little longer in silence. The shade had started moving away from them and part of their backs were bnow in the sun and they felt the intensity of it.
You think Mom and Dad will get a divorce?
Adam stopped chewing again.
No. He became annoyed.
They fight.
Why do you think about this stuff? They’re grown-ups, they won’t divorce.
What if Mom finds out about -
She won’t. Who would tell? Not you!
Why do you want to protect Dad?
I’m not.
They were silent.
Let’s get out of here, it’s hot.
The rest of the day worked out in their favor - they explored. They took pictures with the ladies in the streets, they tried to find the highest casino they could use the elevator up to. They tried to find places that were exotic a hotel filled with pink flamingos, rows of machines where lights flickered with symbols. They pretended to play them. They searched for poker chips hoping to find one worth millions.
What would you do with it?
I’d buy a mansion!
Where?
Scott thought for a second. Probably California.
You’d be away from Mom.
Everyone could come with me.
Adam was silent.
What would you do?
Adam thought.
Buy you a million-dollar swirly.
He smiled.
Scott looked worried. Then felt the nudge of his brother and followed.
They made it back to the hotel and had missed their dad, evidently. His watch lay on the nightstand. His suit coat was thrown on the bed. No note, though. They ignored the recognition, decided quietly amongst themselves that he was alive and that was important enough.
If you’ve never been to Vegas before, the days seem never-ending - especially coming from the East. The sun seemingly never sets and the heat makes you tired long before the day gives in to the night. The boys, mixed with the time change and the sun-dried adventuring were exhausted.
In the comfort of the air-conditioned room, waiting for night, they jumped from bed to bed trying to high-five each other. After five minutes, and a completed attempt, they lay flat on their stomachs, out of breath, and gave into sleep.
The second morning started similarly to the first - they were both hungry and decided to sneak into breakfast. Of course, it wouldn’t be the same one. So, they both got ready, Adam remarked to wear different clothes so no one would catch on. On their journey to breakfast, Scott started to collect as many stripper trading cards as he could. This was with the hope that he would annoy his brother more than anything else. He also admired them and got a funny feeling under his stomach when he thought too long about the pictures.
After breakfast on the curb, the boys spent some time people-watching. The subject of their dad came and went again. There had been no trace of him in the room that night while they slept so the question of his location was still up in the air. They still had no money or anything to do. Adam looked to change the subject and find something to pass the time. The sun was getting hot and Adam figured they could spend the day by the pool, so he suggested this. Scott, being 10, was enthusiastic about the opportunity.
At the motel, as they were getting ready, Scott decided to prank call some of the numbers on his trading cards. He would take a deep breath and deepened his voice and wait for the reception:
A smoky and rugged voice would answer.
Gales Gal’s what’s the hotel name and room number?
Uhhh -
He was a bad liar. So he told the truth.
Uhh- he deepened his voice. Savory Motel room 5. He hung up.
Adam came out of the bathroom at that point. Scott was laughing.
You ready?
The motel pool was nothing spectacular but it did not matter, it was a pool. Scott ran and jumped in creating a splash that the pole around looked up or toward the splash impact area. One of these groups, was a group of women, dressed in small bikini’s tanned and blond. Adam paused at the sight of them. They looked at the splash area and then up and Adam, one of them smirked and waved. Adam, his mouth open in an awkward smile waved back.
He snapped out of it when she looked away and tried to retain his cool walking to a seat - showing hesitation when he got into the pool to join Scott because playing in the pool was for kids.
After a few hours Scott brought up what Adam had been dreading.
I’m thirsty.
Well, we don’t have anything.
Scott looked around, those girls have drinks, we could ask them if we could have some.
Adam shook his head.
Well, do you have a better idea?
You go ask them, then.
Scott thought for a second, fine.
Scott took a deep breath and plugged his nose as to start traveling toward them underwater. Realizing that this would hurt his image with the ladies, Adam stopped him.
Okay, okay. You stay here, I’ll ask.
Scott pushed his hair back and flexed for a second.
All of their backs were turned to him and he could see the pink string that hugged their hips. The glistening water hid their bottoms, with each step he got more nervous.
Excuse me.
They all laughed to themselves without recognition.
He cleared his throat. Excuse me.
One of them turned and pulled her glasses down her nose to look with her own eyes.
Uh, hey, my brother and I - we forgot some drinks we were wondering if we could have one or two of yours.
The woman smiled. You’re cute, how old are you?
Oh, uh, Adam looked back at his brother who was looking at the situation.
Adam smirked to himself, 18.
To Adam’s estimation, she was quite a few years. He couldn’t stop staring at her. She talked and he traced sweat down her cheek, onto her chest, down her toned stomach, and into the pool.
Hello?
Sorry, what? I was -
Oh my god - he’s already drunk!
Oh, uh - yeah. His eyes shifted.
She handed him a blue can.
Chug it!
Adam looked back. Scott, seeing that Adam had secured a drink started swimming over. In a moment of rare confidence, Adam started chugging the beer.
That was not the first time Adam had gotten drunk. In fact, like many 15-year-olds, he had practiced his drinking with stolen beers in friends' basements. His cheeks would get warm and his fingers tingly but he also was underwhelmed on the feeling. He didn’t understand why people felt so excited to feel this warm feeling. The fact of the matter was that Adam had never been actually drunk, he had never felt, which he would many times later the feeling of carelessness, of confidence.
So Adam, after one beer, and then another, and another was getting to the point of droopy eyes, and slower speech. Scott, thirsty, tried one and felt like that must be the nastiest drink he had ever tasted and realizing it was beer, decided he didn’t want to get in trouble.
But between pool handstands, flips, timing his own ability to hold his breath he watched his brother take gulps out of blue tin cans. He watched the girls laugh at him as he experienced a drunk world for the first time. The sun seemingly hadn’t moved from the sky and his face and shoulders were starting to burn, Scott’s were too. He swam over to his brother.
Maybe we should head back to the room soon?
You can. Adam took another sip.
Adam, come on we should check to see if Dad is back.
Fuck Dad.
Scott grimaced. Let’s go!
You go yourself! He pushed Scott.
Scott didn’t like that so he splashed water at Adam. Adam, in his drunkenness, got more mad at this and started after Scott.
They both looked ridiculous as they ran through the small pool after each other.
The thing was this chase was just enough to stir up Adam’s drunk stomach. So whem Scott climbed out of the pool to escape the closing Adam, Adam threw up brown and yellow bile, in streams.
The girls screamed and ran out of the pool.
Scott's face scrunched and he covered his mouth. Then, realizing his brother needed help, he got in the pool.
Let’s go back to the room. Scott pulled his brother’s arm over his shoulder and together they walked back.
There was something extra cold about walking through the motel. The fluorescent lights seemed dimmed compared to the sun. The air conditioning blasted and it felt refrigerated on their red roasted skin. They were quiet on their walk, Scott supporting Adam for the short walk. When they got to the room they both had goose bumps on their skin and the drips of water coming from their hair and down their legs made them colder.
I’m sorry, Adam said.
It’s fine, Scott said begrudgingly. Where’s the key.
Adam sat down on the floor, resting his back to the wall across from the room. His eyes were closing, I don’t have one, I thought you had it.
Scott looked down. I don’t.
Adam had fallen asleep on the wall, holding his knees to his chest.
For a second, Scott was sad, yet he didn’t know why. It was cold, he was alone and they didn’t really have shelter or a way to contact their dad so they figured, this was as good of a place to rest and wait.
He went to the front desk:
Can you let us into our room?
What room?
Uh - Five.
She flipped some papers. It doesn’t look like there are any kids listed in that room. Sorry, kid.
Scott thought for a second, Can I have two towels, please?
The front desk person looked down at the dripping boy. He smiled up.
The desk lady handed him the towels, where’s your parents?
I don’t know. He smiled harder. Thank you.
He was about to leave and remembered, Oh and you might need to pool cleaned, someone threw up.
Back in the room, Adam still slept. Scott put one towel over Adam's arms and legs. He then slid down the wall and sat close to his brother. He put another towel over himself and fell asleep.
Hours passed as they slept. People passed them. Looked down.
At times, Scott woke up to see if it was their dad. It wasn’t. At one point a lady dressed in a long coat knocked at their door. She was beautiful and wore lots of make-up. Her hair was done she smelled like smoke, perfume, and hair spray.
No one is in there.
She looked down at them and took a drag of smoke.
And how would you know that?
We are the ones staying in there.
She looked confused she took another hit of her cigarette.
She whispered to herself. Fuck, they sent me to the wrong fucking room. She coughed. She looked down at them. Why are you guys out here?
They won’t let us into our room.
Fuck that, she said.
She walked off her black pleated heels. Click, click, click. In minutes, she came back with a key and unlocked the door - opening it for us - there ya go kid.
She walked off again, click, click, click.
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Scott had made a bed for Adam by the toilet. His mom had done this for them when they were sick. After Scott woke him up Adam had been on quite the puking binge. So Scott felt it would be better this way.
Because of the sickness and the flushing of the toilet, Scott woke often. He would sit and listen by the door to the puking, and the flushing. He’d crawl back on the bed and try to sleep using his dad’s comforter for warmth and the other was used to cover Adam in the bathroom.
After a few hours, room handle jiggled. There was scraping and thuds. Scott woke to this and was worried for a minute. Then the door opened and there was a grumble and the sound a feet dragging.
Scott pulled the overs to his eyes and around the corner came the image of his dad. Even from the darkness of the room he could see the man’s eyes were dark and lifeless. He smelled like Adam did.
Dad!
There was a grumble he continued to move without real acknowledgment to his bed where he slammed his body down, without taking off his shoes, or his jacket, or his belt, and started snoring, seemingly, as loudly as humanly possible.
Scott smiled, for some reason. He got up from under the covers, he took off his dad’s shoes, he carried his comforter over and laid it on his dad’s back.
Now, without covers, shivering from sunburn Scott lay on his side, listening to the retching, the toilet flush, and his father snoring as a lullaby that finally got him to fall asleep.
In the morning Scott awoke, still uncovered and in a ball, to the sound of a shower going. Other than the scream of the shower head and the room air conditioner, it was deathly quiet. Peaking his head up, he found Adam lying next to him - alive and sunburnt.
How do you feel?
Your breath stinks. He turned his head.
Scott smelt his own breath.
But to answer your question, he farted. It was underwhelming in sound but it smelt like rotten eggs.
God, Adam! Scott covered his nose and laughed.
So did Adam.
They sat quietly until the shower head turned off. After a moment his dad walked around the corner. His gold chain around his neck, his hair mess, but life back in his eyes.
Morning, boys he said.
The boys stared blankly and didn’t say anything back.
Breakfast? He smiled.
Adam and Scott looked at each other and then back at their dad.
Adam started laughing, although he wasn’t 100% sure why.
And then Scott.
Their dad scratched his head and giggled. Get ready you knuckleheads.
That was it, really. Their dad took them to the Caesar's Palace. They had breakfast. The discussion of where he was never came up. They talked about football - how the Lions were going to win the Divison.
That Billy Sims, he will be something.
With mouths full, they nodded.
They talked about the characters they saw on the Las Vegas strip, they imitated the robot. They did not talk about how they were alone.
They talked about the sunburn on their shoulders and the girls that were at the pool. Dad teased Adam, Adam blushed. They did not say anything about the drinking.
You should have seen him, dad! Scott said.
They talked about the collection of naked women trading cards. They made a game out of them at the breakfast table. They laughed as they took turns going up for seconds. They did not talk about the prostitute saving them from being locked out.
They talked about…
But they did not talk about…
When breakfast was done, when they all sat there and held their stomachs, Dad spoke:
Well, I guess we should be getting home.
The boys, both of them felt relieved, as two days felt like a week. They both nodded.
In the car, they rolled down the windows. The scenery of the dessert passed them as they quickly left the city. Past they heat waves of the hot asphalt, their dad pointed out more land marks.
Did I point out that one before? That’s Sleeping Indian Peak.
The boys both looked out the window.
You know why?
They didn’t respond.
If you look carefully, the peaks make out a sleeping Indian. They both looked and squinted their eyes and felt like they could actually make it out, if they did look hard enough.
The windows were down and the warm breeze was cooling and warming. It whipped their hair which made it feel like someone was playing with it. They were amazed and comforted by the fact that their dad drove the whole time without stopping to sleep - everytime Scott opened his eyes he saw a strong hand on the wheel, one hand out the window, and a small smirk on his face.
How much longer, Dad? Scott would say.
Just hand in there, Bud.
When they pulled into the neighborhood they were moving with excitement. Their dad’s steady smile slipped to a frown. His eyes peered up in the rearview mirror.
What do you say we make this a yearly trip?
No feedback was given.
Did you boys have fun?
Again, nothing was said.
Once they got to the driveway the boys felt relieved.
The boys were about to get out, they unbuckled their seats.
Hey boys?
The boys paused.
Let’s not say anything to Mom about the trip.
The boys looked at each other and nodded and opened their doors.
Inside the windows were open and Michigan’s summer heat felt like nothing compared to that of Las Vegas. It was a cool evening.
Mom!
Their mom was vacuuming and they hugged her!
Hi boys! Did you have fun?
The boys didn’t say anything but continued to hug their mom with a smile.
Okay, okay, are you hungry?
They nodded.
As she made sandwiches they talked about their adventures in a similar fashion to what they did with their dad at breakfast.
We did…
Oh yeah and Adam…
We saw…
And then Dad took us out for breakfast!
Wait, she said, he wasn’t with you?
Adam nudged Scott.
Well, it sounds like you truly did have fun.
The side door opened and in walked their father with luggage.
Their mother’s nice tone turned apprehensive. She lit a cigarette.
Boys, why don’t you go play basketball in the yard while I talk to your father?
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