“Put this on.” Junior tossed an orange helmet towards his older brother, slammed the trunk to his convertible Jaguar and then reached into the driver’s side window to get his black duffle bag.
Winston held his head down. “I don’t understand… understand… understand…”
“Don’t start with that nonsense!” Junior swung the bag over his shoulder and took off towards the rocks. “Skeletor’s mound.” He sighed. “When’s the last time they brought us here?” Junior pretended to cast a make-believe fishing rod as he stared across the deep rippling waters occupied by a lone sailboat.
Winston lifted his shoulders and held them there as the zipper loudly separated the teeth of the bag.
“Get down before they see you!” Junior ducked and directed Winston with a quick motion of his gloved hand. He raised the antenna of a small black box. His forehead crinkled as he exhaled. “You’re going to do this.” He said.
“No, no, no.” Three times was usually the max repetition for Winston. “No, no, no.” He continued.
“Cry-baby!” Junior pushed his brother backwards causing a few rocks to tumble and splash into the lake.
A man moved closer to the edge of the boat’s deck and waved towards the boys, soon a woman joined him.
“Now!” Junior screamed, pressing the controller into his brother’s chest.
“Noooo!” Winston, with his hands in his coat pockets, rammed past Junior, knocking him down and onto the device. The boat exploded, sending flames and debris flying.
“Oh crap….. You made me do this! You’re responsible for the deaths of our parents!” Junior paced.
Winston began to cry.
“We go home, act normal, and wait for the lawyers to contact us about our inheritance. Most importantly, do as I say!” He patted Winston’s back. “Good job, baby.” Junior fist-bumped the air.
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