Page 137 of Jake Forever
After the call ended, I practically floated into the main living area where I gorged on pizza, Kung fu, and the company of my brothers, who stayed until nearly midnight, watching two movies back-to-back.
When the movies ended, I watched, still smiling, as they opened the penthouse doors and strode out with the promise to return Monday evening for Kung fu, part two.
My smile faltered when I saw them turn to take the stairs.
"Wait," I said. "Don't you wanna take the elevator?"
They stopped moving. Steve said, "Yeah. Soon as you make a sandwich on Mom's counter."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh come on. That's not a fair comparison, and you know it."
"Your ass," Steve said.
Next to him, Anthony said, "Dude, watch the phrasing, okay. I don't need the reminder."
"No shit," Steve said, pushing through the stairway door. Just before it swung shut behind him, I heard his voice, loud and clear, say, "Twenty freaking flights. I'm telling ya. She's gotta move."
