When Keke got home, the first thing she saw was her big brother working out.
Same as always, he was in the yard with dumbbells that she had no idea how much weight he'd added to by now, stretching while doing shuttle jumps.
The concrete in the yard had already been stomped into a bumpy mess by her brother.
So she just squatted down on the little steps by the door, quietly watching him work out.
The cool summer breeze brushed past; in the lingering, gorgeous dusk, Keke narrowed her eyes, rested her head on her knees, and for a moment it felt like she'd gone back to childhood.
It was as if Mom would come out of the house any second, knock her on the head, drag her back inside, then call her brother in for dinner.
Inside, there would be the smell of freshly cooked food and the noisy sound of the TV.
Once Mom came in, she'd start scolding Dad for sneaking a cigarette, and chase him out the door to smoke outside.
