“Come on,
you’re gonna catch a chill sitting here.”
“I’m not
going back in there.”
“Did I say
anything about you going back in the bar.”
“No.”
“Alright
then. We gotta go to the parking lot though. My truck’s over there.”
“Hate your
truck.”
“No you
don’t, you hate that you’re too short to get in it on your own.”
Huffing,
Moon tried to blow a hair off his nose only to have it fall over his eye
instead. Go figure. “Same difference.”
“I promise
to be gentler when I boost you up this time. Wouldn’t do to save you from
getting smeared all over the road only to smack your head off the steering
wheel and give you another concussion.”
“Least you
didn’t break my nose.”
“Hey, I
apologized for that too. Who knew you were so light?”
“You
couldn’t take one look at me and tell?” Moon squeaked as Derrick ‘helped’ him
up by nearly yanking his arm out of the socket. “Oh my god, you’re a menace,
you know that!”
“So you keep
telling me,” Derrick said, but he was gentler when boosting him up into
the cab of the truck, and the heat pouring from the vents was welcome after
sitting on the late spring ground. “Where to.”
The
disappointed look on his uncle’s face burned bright in his mind, and he knew
exactly where Linus would pop up once the bar was closed. “Not home.”
“Well, that
eliminated one place and leaves a wealth of possibilities,” Derrick remarked as
he put the truck in gear.
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