The boy’s room looks like a typical ‘well lived in’ room. A few articles of clothing that didn’t quite make it into the laundry basket, a somewhat made bed and several knick knacks all over the dressers. Around the window of the vanity dresser are photos of Junior, Eliza, Waya and the boys as they all grew up together.
The twins limped into their bedroom. Jaden was hopping with an arm wrapped around Jayden's shoulder. "We need to do something." one said.
"Like what?"
"I don't know...probably the opposite of whatever we are doing...cause what we ARE doing isn't working."
"No shit." said the other quickly. "But- she gave us another chance...a chance to redeem ourselves."
"Let's just hope we don't fuck that up too."
The two went into the bathroom to clean up each other's cuts and discuss Waya, George, the personal hells and what to do tomorrow morning.