Eric handed out outfits, keeping one with the silk paintings on it in wild fuchsia. He sat right down in the dirt and patted his thigh, looking longingly at Lynda. “Wanna try the dress, Lynda?”
The chicken in question hopped straight up onto Eric’s lap and lifted its wings.
“She ain’t never done that to me.” Cassidy shook his head, sighing dramatically while grinning widely. “Traitor.”
Everyone laughed, including Eric, who lowered to kiss the top of Lynda’s head.
“Don’t listen to him, he doesn't mean it,” he said, getting more laughter as the others, including Lane, sat down in the dirt to dress the chickens.
Monty pulled out his phone and started videoing; he couldn’t wait to show his friends because this was the best day ever!
Chapter Thirty-Two
Delicious & Vicious
Frey:The video Monty, I can’t stop crying!
Hollis:It was beautiful, seeing them all so happy.
Bowie:I’m a little jealous we didn’t get to be there. Did you see the design on the material? What was that Monty? I couldn’t zoom in close enough to see.
Monty:Cace drew pictures of all the chickens and then painted them on the silk. Gods, he’s amazingly talented. Cass is having the pictures framed for his new home. Did I tell you he’s pregnant?
Bowie:He is? Wow, he’ll be such a good daddy.
Isley:I wish we could come visit. And Bowie, you’re so right, Cass will be wonderful.
Lennon:Yeah, it would be great to be there rather than here! It’s nice to be heading to Milan in two days and everything, but with how difficult Kodi is being, I’d rather be somewhere else.
Hollis:I’m coming to your office, Lennon.
Lennon:Don’t bother, I have a meeting in two minutes, and I’m fed-up of moaning.
Ziggy:Can we help in any way?
Lennon:Monty’s video helped… a lot.
Bowie:I made pineapple upside down cake.
Ziggy:You did? I’ll grab you a slice, Lennon, and leave it in your office.
Lennon:Thanks.
Wilder:As we’re all going to Milan, maybe we need another night out together.
Hollis:No sex clubs!
Ziggy:Are you sure?
Wilder:You’re no fun, Hollis.
Hollis:I am, ask Taylin.
Lennon:He’s your mate, he should think you’re fun, right? But a night out would be great.
Isley:Yeah, some fun away from Misery Is My Middle Name, would be good.
Lane:It sounds like I need to have words with my sons when I get home.
