past the point of love

in the men’s room

“Where are we going? What are you doing?” Questions. Questions were all Jonah got from Noah. “I’m thinking. I’m thinking.” Jonah just nodded while he was peeing. “We could go to that lake we used to go to when we were kids. You know, Aunt Marie’s.” “No,” Noah shook his head. “I don’t remember.” He went to urniate in the urninal then while Jonah washed up. “I’ll think of something. I always do.” Jonah shrugged. “Why can’t we go back?” Noah zipped his jeans and washed his hands. “We need a vacation.” Jonah slipped a smile. “What does this really have to do with you? What kind of trouble are you in?” Noah squinted hard, looking at Jonah that he’d better spill it. “Its not me,” Jonah looked at his brother. “Its Josie. I don’t want her Dad to find her.” “And?” “And it could only be bad news.” Jonah just said. Noah lunged toward Jonah then and slammed him full force into the brick wall. Jonah gritted back. He did bump his head and it hurt. “WHAT DID YOU DO!” Noah wanted to know holding his arm against Jonah’s throat. “Nothing.” Jonah could barely breathe. “I don’t believe you!” Noah’s teeth nashed. “I had nothing to do with it, but-but he-he thinks Josie is worth more if-” “What! What the fuck are trying to tell me!” Noah let go and looked at his brother as if this was crazy. He shook his head. “You were going to let them take her, weren’t you? Just like-” “Look! I didn’t let anybody have Josie, now did I? Did I, Noah?” Jonah looked at Noah then. He sucked in a breath. He wouldn’t look at Jonah. “I HATE YOUR FUCK’N GUTS!” Noah practically spit on him as he left the restroom. “HEY, I’M THE ONE GETTING US OUT OF THIS, AREN’T I?” Jonah yelled after him. Suddenly, he felt this was a good time for a shit because he didn’t know the next time he’d get to a restroom. Alone.