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“That was years ago, ht?” I motioned to the bartender “Get my brother a drink”

“Whiskey” Sloane didn’t even look in the direction of the bartender “Yeah, we are family—that’s the only reason I’m here”

“It isn’t like I was the only one she was fucking, Sloane I was just the only one you knew personally” I scoffed and motioned for the bartender to refill my beer

“How long do you think you’ll be out of prison this ti to be occupied” He turned towards the bar when our drinks were brought over and I noticed his hand shake when he wrapped it around the glass

“I’et my life turned around this time” I nodded and lifted my beer “I did some stupid shit and I paid for it—well, I did most of my time”

“I’d call three years for burglary a gift” He drank the entire glass of whiskey and lass

“Well, you know—good behavior and stuff” I shrugged and sippedat that whiskey a little hard Since when do you drink whiskey anyway?”

“Since shit happens, Anton” He took the second glass and downed nearly half of it with one gulp

“I thought you were on your way to being like teacher of the year or some shit” I turned towards him and studied the expression on his face

Over the course of the next two hours

and more drinks than I could count, my brother started to open up to me We had never really talked but it seemed like he just needed an ear Sloane had been offered a job as a principal, but when he took it, the job turned out to be less than conventional The put hiular high school It was a hybrid school which h school and the first two years of college all rolled into one It was mainly just a way for rich families to dispose of their black sheep and tell people they were in college when they really couldn’t even pass the SAT The rich folks paid a pretty penny to keep theand the state was happy to keep all their proble as the parents kept their donations co

“Shityou? You can’t put up with that shit” I shook lass on the bar

“It’s orse than that, Anton It’s a cohtmare—literally Half the tithey’ll send me to another school, but every summer they tell me that they need me for just one more year” My brother was so drunk that he was almost in tears

“Alright, Sloane We should get out of here I think I should drive” I held out my hand “I only had a few beers—you’re wasted”

“Yeah, okay” He handed ot him to pay the tab with his credit card before we left