Chapter 11 “Uninvited”

Chapter 11 “Uninvited”

Grandpa Hogo parked the old beat up truck behind the club. He looked at the address he’d scribbled in his address book then looked out the windshield at the apartments above the building.

“This is the place,” Grandpa said to Tama.

Tama grinned, “Cool, Kyoko actually lives upstairs from a dance club? That is so awesome.”

“Don’t you go getting any ideas young man,” Grandpa scolded. “You’re to stay out of that club while we’re here.”

“Awe, come on Grandpa,” Tama whined.

“I said no! You don’t know what kind of weirdos hang out here.” He crossed his arms in front of him as if saying the topic is closed.

“Your kind probably,” Tama exclaimed before jumping out of the truck faster than he ever had in his life to avoid his grandfather’s Chokehold of Doom.

“I’ll show you my kind, you little runt,” Grandpa Hogo grumbled as he got out of the truck.

Tama ran his fingers through his dark auburn hair before adjusting his jeans and tee shirt. He n