CHILDREN OF GODS
“Hurry it up boys, let’s not make them wait.”
Having cleaned up, he and Tres took seats at a comfortable dining table. Tres’s little sister and what looked like Tres’s identical twin—only a few years younger and without glasses—were already present. The younger boy raised a cocky smile. “You should see my rank on C.O.D., four eyes.”
“I’ve got you beat, don’t worry small time,” snapped Tres.
“Bring it, loser,” the boy fired back.
Tres narrowed his eyes. “Anytime, pea brain!”