Chapter Eleven - Moon talk

As Zeke stares at his father, the color drains from his face.

"Does this look like your girlfriend?"

I notice he's staring at me. "No, no. Marnie here, his babysitter."

He smiles and looks at Zeke, who is silent. "Do you need a babysitter right now?" He appears to be laughing at him.

He doesn't look much like Zeke; they only share a hair color, but his brown hair is pulled back with hair gel. He's dressed casually in a white t-shirt tucked into brown jeans, with an expensive-looking watch on his wrist.

"My name is Paul, and it's a pleasure to meet you. You can address me as Mr. Blakely."

Okay, then, sir.

"What exactly are you doing here?" Zeke appears agitated.

"Please, Ezekiel, close the door. You're allowing a draft to enter, "Paul says this while ignoring him.

Yes, in my head, I'm going to call him Paul.

"Why are you here?" Zeke asks as he closes the door.

"I decided to come home for the weekend," he begins to look around the room, "Where is your sister?"

"At a friend's place."

"Wh