YOU GOT WORK TO DO?
A job to do?
Buck teased,
wiping laugh-tears from his eyes.
Right, right. You gon’ follow The Rules, huh?
Yeah, that’s right,
I said,
opening my stance
to let him know this
wasn’t a game, that I was forreal.
Buck pressed
his finger to my chest
like he was pushing an
elevator button.
The L button.
But you ain’t got it in you, Will,
he said, cocky.
Your brother did, but you— you don’t.