NOT A BROTHER.

“Now, talk.”

The moment the car entered Zeke’s perimeter and the car pulled into a garage, he had said.

Jeremy ignored him till the car stopped moving and then sat upright, opened the door, and then turned his head to look at his brother.

“In the car? At least, have some respect for me,” he rolled his eyes and then got down from the car.

“God, your house!” He exclaimed as he strolled to the building while Zeke walked past him.

“Do you not think it is quite embarrassing that as your brother, I have not been here before? You have never allowed me.”

“It is still a surprise that you think I see you as my brother, Jeremy,” Zeke smacked his tongue and then walked away.

“Why should I not see you like that? We are brothers. Our mother birthed us, from the same womb, separate years, though.”

Zeke turned around, dropped his eyes on Jeremy, and dipped his hand in his pocket, “You are NOT my brother.”

“Okay, okay, I hear you,” he waved his hand at him and then watched as the man walked ahead of h