Ninety Seven

HUDSON

“Jeez! Hudson, what are you doing?” Hector’s voice breaks through the silence like a piece of thin ice. His eyes are wide, and his pace doubles, ready to jump on me.

I stop to take a closer look at his face, and then back at the box I was ransacking that is suspended on top of a table.

“What?” I ask and stuff my mouth with oats and milk that was dried in the form of crackers.

“Do you know who those are for?”

"If not you, who else?”

"Thank the stars you acknowledged they're mine. You came into my room unannounced, and dug into an item without knowing how it came by?”

"Oh, pardon my manners. How did it come by?”

"Are you serious?"

“What's the fuss about?” The door opens and Hunter joins in on our conversation.

I take another mouthful of the dried oat and milk. "It's Hector, he's making a mountain out of a molehill.” I struggle to say, crumbs of the crushed oat and milk spilling from the sides of my mouth.

"You're still spewing shit?” Hector jumps on me, landing me on the b