Here’s a little bit of what I just edited for posting next month:
Ashwin opened his front door and faced déjà vu-on-drugs. Instead of Auntie Nell on the doorstep with four suitcases, it was his brother, Dusty, with two battered green ones.
“Hey bro!” Dusty reached out with wide arms.
Ashwin stepped back. Dusty stank of something fishy. “I just saw you last week. What are you doing here?”
“A guy can’t visit his older brother?”
“With two suitcases on his tail?”
Without looking behind him, Dusty waved a careless hand at the overstuffed bags. “Oh, that. I just need you to store ’em for me for a while.”
Poor Ashwin. He just keeps getting more roommates …