Christopher perked up at Val’s reminder and smiled. “You right.”
“You know what I wonder sometimes, Prez?”
Christopher probably didn’t want to know, but he still responded, “What?”
“You know the canned biscuits?”
Christopher nodded.
“How the fuck they stuff those motherfuckers in that container and how they knew to put that line in them to help open it? You ever think about that?”
“Fuck no! And ifyourmotherfuckin’ ass sit the fuck around and wonder about stupid shit, you got too much fuckin’ time on your goddamn hands.”
“I started thinking about all the other things they could put in there? Cooked bread, for example. Rolls of bacon. Miniature English muffins. Even raw French fries. They can start selling raw potato chips.”
“You mean fuckin’ potatoes?” Christopher demanded, throwing Val a putrid look. “Cuz, motherfucker, that’s raw fuckin’potato chips.”
“I meant already sliced. You just press that little line, pop the can open—”
“And find rotten fuckin’ potatoes.”
“They won’t rot. They’ll be cold and in that can. If biscuits can survive, potatoes can, too.”
“I ain’t goin’ no fuckin’ further with this conversation, so shut the fuck up. Besides, I forgot to thank you for helping the boys get everything for to Ridge Moore for their big science presentation.”
Ryder and Ransom had spent most of Sunday night gathering all types of shit they needed for their big school project. Usually Megan bought whatever shit their younger lil’ motherfuckers needed for school, but it must’ve slipped her mind. He’d told Val not to worry about dropping Ryder and Ransom off. Christopher had planned to do it since there was so much extra shit for the boys to lug in. Val promised to help the boys get everything to wherever it needed to be. Christopher trusted Val, so he’d relented, which gave him more time to miss Megan.
Clearing his throat, Val pursed his lips and then nodded. “I helped them get their shit into the PE Center.”
“I thought that shit was for science.” Christopher was almost certain they’d said it was for fucking science. Their science classes wasn’t in the fucking PE Center. “They had all types ofscienceshit, Val.”
“They asked me to help them get it in the gym locker room, Outlaw.”
That didn’t sound right, but maybe he’d misunderstood. “I’m glad to hear it was all safe. They were really worried about those fuckin’ bees.”
“They were,” Val agreed.
“I got to remember to ask how the fuck they did.” Fuck if Megan knew he hadn’t followed up, she’d equate that to misplacing Gunner. But to keep himself busy while she was away, he’d started thinking about the club, his place in it, andJana.
It was all but accepted that Johnnie was her old man. However, something was niggling at Christopher’s brain. Between wondering if he’d outgrown the club, the club—his family—had outgrown Hortensia, and rounding up as many motherfuckers as possible to do DNA tests before tomorrow night, he hadn’t thought about his children’s lessons.
“Meggie must’ve forgot to mention the science project before she left,” Val said.
“Probably. She was focused on Rebel.”
“You think the boys were telling the truth, Prez?”
“I had to listen to those motherfuckers talk about the bitch bee fuckin’ up the motherfucker bee for an hour. What the fuck else could they want with bees and ants?” Christopher cocked his head to the side. “What the fuck you ain’t tellin’ me?”
Val dropped his gaze. “Nothing, Prez. I…” His voice trailed off and he glanced away. “I was just wondering since Meggie didn’t mention it to you.”
“She do keep up with all that shit. Loggin’ on to the parental portal. Checkin’ dates for different things. Keepin’ up with their progress.”
“Yeah, Puff does the same, but if I don’t do it at least once a week, she hand me my fuckin’ ass.”
“I’m sure she do. Megan good with that shit. I’m not, so I don’t do it.”
“You know if you helped her with some of it, she’d have more time to spend with you?”
