My favorite lines:
“Look, go home through the tunnel and let me figure out how to sneak you in here.”
“No, I’m on my way!” I was screaming at him now.
“Don’t.” It was Vegas’s voice on the phone now. ‘We need you to be smart, because if anything happened to you, Mom would not make it. Just give us an hour, that’s all. Plus, you need to get Sonya to the house so that she’s safe. We’ll figure something out.”
Where Orlando had sounded broken, Vegas sounded calm and in charge. I realized that he was talking sense. “Fine,” I said. We’ll go to the house, but if I don’t hear from you in an hour, know that I will be on my way.”
“Of course. You’re a Duncan. And, Junior, this isn’t your fault. This is the life we live, and it was only going to be a matter of time.”
I hung up, hoping that one day I would come to believe, like Vegas did, that I wasn’t to blame for all of this.