CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED and SEVEN
Wednesday afternoon — 6:47 p.m. MT
“You’re sure?” Bumpy asked as he pulled into his garage.
“Yeah, Miss T’s dad’s letting us borrow one of his trucks until we’re done with the house,” Jeraine said. “I can pick it up there.”
“You don’t want me to drop you off?” Bumpy asked.
“It’s only a few blocks,” Jeraine said. “Plus, Mom sounded really upset. You should take care of your woman.”
Bumpy laughed. Jeraine got out of the truck and went around to hug his father. They stood together for a moment. Embarrassed by his own strong emotions, Bumpy let go of Jeraine, pat him on the shoulder, and walked off toward the house.
Smiling to himself, Jeraine took off jogging toward his new home. His mind drifted to what he would make his tired, med student wife for dinner. Since the movie people were gone, he contemplated ordering in so they could eat in bed. He’d almost made up his mind when he reached the almost yellow house. Slowing, he saw an odd sight.
There was a woman standing in his front yard picking and eating plums.
A big man stood on the sidewalk pacing back and forth like a toy soldier guarding the broken front gate. As he approached, the man snarled at him like a junk yard Doberman. Jeraine came to a halt.
“Whatcha you all doin’?” Jeraine asked. He wiped his hands on his filthy jeans and then scowled at how much more dirty they were.
“He says.” The man spoke as if he was talking to himself. “He says, Get rid of her. I say, What? He says, You heard me, get rid of her. And then boom”
Denver Cereal continues on Monday…