Their dog’s untimely demise didn’t faze the couple much. Dogs don’t seem so precious to people once they’ve seen humans brutally murdered. As Octa got into the car, a Mustang sped up to the house and parked right in front of his car. He got out and walked heatedly toward the car as his brother Juan stepped out and loudly greeted him.
“Long time brother,” Juan said.
“Aren’t you always a surprise? I see you’re in shape… quit drinking did you?”
Octa observed him from head to toe, and he didn’t quite resemble the man he once knew as his little brother. His face had become rugged, and he had a lot more scars than he used to. His eyes gave away the fact that he still battled with substance abuse, but he still had that familiar boyish smile.
“Me? Quit? Have you completely forgotten me?” Juan came closer and wrapped his arms around his big brother. “I’ve missed you… and pa” he said it with a pause.
“I’ve missed you too, come inside you little brat, let’s talk about what in God’s name you’ve gotten yourself into this time.”
Octa put his right arm around Juan’s shoulder, as they walked toward the doorway when Lucinda called, “Octa! Maisey’s still in the car!”
“Well look who it is! Almost didn’t see you there Lucinda. I hope my brother is keeping you happy,” Juan said in a weirdly flirtatious manner. He eyed Lucinda as he gave her a mysterious smile.