“I put her in the laundry room,” Jonas interrupts. “She looked like she needed some quiet time to process her feelings.”
“Did you change her diaper too?” I ask.
“Not yet.”
“You know how to change chicken diapers?”
“That’s what YouTube is for.”
Why is it so natural to smile back at him?
Caution, Emma. Caution.
Bash shoves a scoop at Jonas. “Two soops!”
“Two scoops. Got it.”
Bash shows Jonas how to get therightscoop amount, then insists on carrying the scoop out and tossing the feed into the pen himself.
I let him tell Jonas himself that in order for this to work, Jonas has to pick him up and hold him over the top of the pen.
Takes them a few minutes to understand each other, but Jonas gets it before Bash needs help or loses his cool.
“Is Yolko Ono an inside chicken because she doesn’t play well with others, or because others don’t play well with her?” Jonas asks me while Bash squats in front of the pen and giggles at the show of the chickens fighting for the food that just rained down on them.
“She’s afraid of her own shadow and it stresses her out to be in the pen with them. She was a rescue a few months after the rest of the chickens. Theo keeps telling Bash that she’s hiding her badass side. And for a while, he tried to convince Bash that she was actually a cat in disguise.”
“You have your hands full.”
“All my life. I keep telling Laney he’s her problem now, but somehow, I still have to manage him too.”
“Unca Deo my fabowit. Eat, dick-dick! Eat!”
He’s running back for the second scoop when I notice a car door shutting out front.
Jonas frowns and looks to the side of the house.
He heard it too.
“Lucky’s stopping by,” I remind him.
“Mo food!” Bash dashes for the back door again. “Two soops.Two!”
“You’re using your cameras?” Jonas asks.
I know why he’s asking, and I hate that I can acknowledge that it’s necessary. “My phone goes off every time someone shows up.”
“Where’s your phone?”
“Inside. But I’m sure it’s Lucky.”
“Mo food, Dona!” Bash yells.
Jonas is still frowning while he follows Bash to the back door.
His hair is perfect. His clothes aren’t wrinkled. The five o’clock shadow he has going on is—would besexy as hell if I were into that sort of thing.
Which I’m not.
