My Brother’s Keeper - 16

“Back to your question, Tad,” Roy said. “That’s why neither of us has looked for a job.”

“There has to be a way to…to get around it. Maybe something under the table?”

“No clue and not quite sure how one goes about finding out,” Roy replied with a shrug.

“I know some people who might.”

Roy looked surprised as he asked, “Why do you even care? Besides, as soon as Jer’s done and dressed we’ll be out of here.”

“I, well, someone’s got to give a damn.”

“And you’ve suddenly appointed yourself our guardian angel?” Roy cocked an eyebrow in amusement. “Angel, maybe, guardian, doubtful.”

“I’d like to help,” Tad told him in all seriousness. “If you’ll let me.”

“Again, why?”

“Why not?”

Roy laughed. “I guess you got me there.” He saw Jerry standing in the doorway at that moment, a towel wrapped around his waist and a disconsolate look on his face. Roy cocked an eyebrow in question.

Jerry chewed his lip before saying, “I hate putting my clothes back on now that I’m clean, if that makes sense.”

“Hang on,” Tad said as he got up. “I bet I’ve got some sweats that would fit you.”

“You don’t have too…”

“I want to, so shush.” Tad walked past him to the bedroom. A moment later he returned to hand Jerry a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved T-shirt. When Jerry thanked him and went to dress, Tad turned to Roy. “You’re next.”

“Excuse me?”

“Shower. And don’t argue. I hate to say it but you definitely need one.”

“Yeah, probably.” He stood when Jerry came back into the room. “Did you leave a dry towel?”

“Two.” Jerry eyed the lounge chair and looked at Tad who nodded it was all right. He immediately dropped down into it and closed his eyes.

“I’ll wake him when I get done,” Roy said.

“We’ll see. Go shower.” With that Tad headed to the kitchen.