“You better be in bed when I’ve locked all up Maylee, or you’ll regret it.” Myles laughs, and I make sure I rush to be ready because I know what’s going to happen once Myles gets into the bedroom.
It’s Saturday morning, and the week has flown by. Of the adoption, I’ve heard nothing as yet. I’m not impressed that the powers that be are taking so long, but that is how the system works, so we can only sit it out.
Dan and his wife are coming this afternoon. Whitney and I have been planning all week. We have the feast, as we call it ready. Including all the mini favorites for Oren. He’s in a mischievous mood this morning, so I sent him to Whitney’s for a while because he’s up to something. But so are Whitney and I, and revenge is sweet.
Later in the afternoon, we are all sitting around the table and munching on whatever we feel like. Synthia is lovely. I think she’s going to make a great addition to our friend base. Lou couldn’t come today, although we had invited her. She is fighting for a better deal for the garage, so we are in the ‘wait and see’ mode at the moment.
“This is a great rib you have made, Maylee,” Dan says, and I smile as Synthia wipes sauce from his cheek. Men, they have no shame. He doesn’t care a hoot that she’s mothering him.
Looking at Oren, who is sucking a rib like his life depends on it, and of course, is smothered in sauce, when he grins. “I like ribs. Good as fuck!”
The entire table stops moving. My eyes slowly return to Oren, who continues sucking that rib with no sign he’s done anything wrong.
“What did you say?” I mumble, shocked, and annoyed. My eyes move to Myles where I squint, letting him know I know where that word has come from. Then I slowly turn to Clem to let him know he hasn’t got out of it either.
“Isaid the ribs are good,” Oren states, obviously unaware of what he actually said.
Synthia giggles as she reaches over and pats my hand. “Don’t worry, Maylee. That’s nothing compared to what you have coming.”
“What?” I gasp.
“He’s male. He’s a miniature man. You know what men are like, and he’s going to grow into one. My two did worse than that Maylee, so buckle up and be ready.” Again, Synthia laughs, but it’s more full-on this time, and I can see she’s reminiscing in her mind.
I give Myles a filthy look, but he’s concentrating on his plate, making sure not to give me eye contact. Whitney starts to giggle, and I turn to look at her, which earns me a wink and more laughter.
“You’ve all got thirty minutes before we go into Clem’s yard where we promised to help sweep the leaves.” I give Whitney a side-eye, and she gives me a small nod in response.
Now, I have to fill you in on the fact that Whitney and I have a Nerf Super Soaker Foam Blaster. Both have full tanks of watered-down shaving foam. It’s the best we could come up with after all our Google research.
I wait for Myles to have his back to us before I grab my Nerf from behind the water barrel, and I zap him, laughing like a witch the whole time.
Myles freezes for a moment before he turns slowly to give me a look that says, revenge. Whitney zaps Clem and Oren right before she turns it onto Dan.
Synthia is clapping her hands and hopping from one foot to another with delight. “Let me have a go.”
I hang on to my Nerf and blast each of the men and Oren. I make sure I hit Oren around his legs and not his head. He is laughing so hard that he’s making weird squealing sounds.
Seeing Myles stalking me, I take off around the yard. Turning and blasting him every few yards I cover. Whitney has given her blaster to Synthia who has made sure Dan looks like a snowman.
Myles catches me eventually of course, but by that time the Nerf has run out of shaving foam. That doesn’t stop him, however. He picks me up firefighter style and carries me to the large water barrel where he dumps me into it, taking my breath because it is freezing cold.
Climbing out of the barrel, I make sure I climb Myles like a monkey climbs a tree, soaking him through, but covering me in the residue shaving foam.
People passing on the sidewalk stop and watch for a moment, but continue on, laughing or smiling as they do. Notso much across the street where Mrs. Bradshaw is giving us nasty looks. I don’t care. I wave so she knows it doesn’t bother me one hoot that she doesn’t like what we are doing.
It's a good day, and it's good fun, and our new friends Dan and Synthia have had a great time. Oren has loved every minute, and that’s all that matters to me.
Chapter 9
Myles
The weekend was great. On Saturday, we had a hell of a good time. The food, as always, was great, and the fun in Clem’s yard was hilarious. The way Dan and his wife just took to it with no sign of being standoffish had us all feeling like a new friendship had started.
Dan has fit in well since he began working for us. He’s taking up the slack easily. We are squeezed for space but doing the best we can, although it’s not easy.
I made calls to customers we hadn’t been able to fit in previously and was able to curtail the amount that would have been going over to the next town to get work done.
“I’ve finished the truck, and Mr. Goldwin is picking it up after lunch. Do you want me to tidy the office while I wait for Miss Sykes to bring her junker in for a safety inspection?” Dan smirks because that description of that vehicle isspot on, but we both know that Savannah Sykes cannot afford a new one.
