A Boy and His Corpse (25 page)

              Carlos shrugs his massive shoulders. “Yeah, like it ain’t true. Her death was the best thing to ever happen to you. You certainly wasn’t gettin’ into this school with a scholarship with
your
grades.”

              “Why do you have to be such an asshole, huh? Tita Zelda’s money has nothing to do with this. I’m up here because it’s your—”

              Just then, the door bell rings downstairs. Since it’s broken, it buzzes incessantly once pressed. The buzzing is followed by heavy knocking.
              “Yo, that better not be a pledge knocking like that.” Carlos says. He peers out the window to his right. Being that our room is adjacent to the street, we have a direct view of our front door. My brother raises his eyebrows. “What’s
he
doing here?”

              “Who?” I ask. For some reason, I feel sick to my stomach with dread.

              “You better get your ass downstairs right now and answer that,” he says. “The dean’s here.”