In Exchange for Jackie Part Four...enter James.

 Stuart sat at the small table eating some left over Chinese food he’d warmed in the microwave. Flipping through the paper looking for jobs, he took a bite into the smoking hot eggroll scribbling down a few places paying good money.
Trevor came into the kitchen wearing only his jeans and scratched himself as he approached the fridge to see what was left. Smelling the heated food, he snuck to the table and took one of the eggroll...s popping it into his mouth.
“Hey man, that was mine!”
“Snooze you lose man,” Trevor mumbled between chews. Stuart got up from the table confronting his brother, hating the fact he was taking the last bit of food left. Trevor firmed up when he was approached.
“What you gonna do little bro?”
There wasn’t much Stuart could do, Trevor was bigger, stronger and of all the times they’d gotten into a fight, Trevor always won. He didn’t know how or why, but he did. Standing toe to toe but not eye to eye, Stuart sized up his brother, gave up the idea, turning to go back and search for a job.
“Thought so punk,” Trevor snorted going to the fridge again grabbing the water bottle and taking a drink from it.
He was sidelined knocking the bottle out of his hands and flinging water to the floor. They scrambled on the slippery, wet floor grunting as blows were thrown. Dishes were being knocked off the counter from their aggressiveness. Pops entered the room sighing as he had to rip them apart yet again.
“What the f**k are you two doing?” Pops pulled on Stuart and extended his other arm to hold back Trevor.
“He started it!” Trevor pointing his flexed arm to Stuart. “I came down here to get something to eat.”
“F**k you did, you ate my food and then want to call me a punk.”
“Cut it out before I beat both your a**es!” Pops declared. “I don’t care who the f**k started it, clean up this goddamn mess!”
He let the two of them go and sat on the couch. He looked around the bare home and was too tired to fiddle with anything else. The house was in disrepair. In the living room, one of the windows was broken, but they couldn’t afford to fix it, so they put up a board instead. The beige carpet had stains from the many beverages and food split upon it. The faded, torn, blue and black couch had seen better days, but for the most part it was the only real good piece of furniture left.
A knock at the door drew the attention of the trio and Pops got up to open it. A man in a dark green suit was standing there looking uncomfortable.
“Oh good, I don’t have to leave it. You have been served.” The man handed Pops an envelope and walked away. He was practically running to his car and driving off as if he were being chased.
“What does it say?” asked an excited Stuart.
Pops fingered his long hair moving it from his view. Glassy eyes skimmed over the letter widening as he got further down and then he folded the paper back up.
“Were going with plan ‘B.’”