The bustle of the kitchen wait
staff clearing tables rattled plates and silverware. Sizzling steaks passed by
the booth, carried by harried servers. Hustle, hustle.
Leelend passed a card under the
dining room’s table to BB. BB examined it. The card had his picture but a false
name, address, and birthdate. BB turned his head sharply and looked at his
friend. “What is this?”
Leeland chuckled. “Admittance to
the floor show. Gotta have ID to get in.”
BB shook his head. “No. I’m not
using a fake ID. I’m nineteen. If I have to be twenty-one, I’ll go home.” No one told him about a floor show when his dormmates
insisted he come with them for dinner.
Rabin laughed, mocking him. “ ‘I’ll
go home.’ Afraid Mommy will find out you’re out with the men tonight?” He
popped a gummy in his mouth.
BB stood up. “No. Don’t want to let
my dad or myself down.” Or the Lord. You’ll come up soon enough, I know. I’m
not denying You.
Seven sat back. “Oooo…Daddy might
be disappointed? Maybe Daddy will be proud his son finally grew a backbone.” He
leaned back in his seat and put his arm on the back of the booth.
BB strode away from the table,
ignoring the catcalls from his roommates. He knew this was a bad idea when he
accepted the invitation. Didn’t know how bad, but suspected it. BB tipped his
head to the bouncer at the door. He debated handing him the ID card, but
decided not. What would Jesus do? Walk away, and keep going.
As yet untitled, a new Knights of the Octagon book, early in 2025.
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