When he turned around, Jahleel was dousing his waffles in syrup while staring at him with a rebuking lour he’d grown used to. “What’d I do now, Jah?” “Stop cursing all the time. You need Jesus. Want to come with me, Jas, and our granny to church?” “The answer was, no, the other thousand times you asked, and it’s still that. I’m going to the office. Don’t fu—mess up my house or make too much noise.”
