November, Chapter Twenty-Two: The Second Fight, Part Two

We heard the toilet flush, and heavy footsteps came down the hall. From around the corner of the kitchen wall came Kevin, finding us like he had before. This time he was in his boxers, a comforter wrapped around him like a toga. He paused, hair-mussed and blinky on the hardwood, just on the other side of the brass seal that separated the living room fro…