Lane Kareska
BD smiled at him. “Hey, brother.”
After closing, they sat at the bar and drank a beer.
“How’s the Army?” Jake asked.
“Don’t know,” he said. “Haven’t seen it in a while. How you like working
here?”
“It’s good,” Jake said. “Mom know you’re back?”
He shook his head no.
“Just arrived tonight.”
“Where you gonna stay?”
“I got a room across the street. How’s Mom?”
“Uh, not good, BD. She’s got lupus.”
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Disease. Makes her sick a lot. She’s almost bald now.”
“She gonna die?”
“No. But she needs help,” Jake said. “What are you gonna do?”
He looked at Jake, then the bar and asked, “Is this place hirin’?”
Jake knew BD was making a joke. But he must not have been a hundred
percent joking because when he did get offered some doormen shifts he said yes.
BD moved back in with Jake and their mother. Mom was in and out of the
hospital a lot during this time. Over the next three years, the brothers worked at the bar and BD got moved up to bartender and day manager. Jake stayed at 95