Not long after, they arrived at David and Vicki's. David having already
had at least four beers. They would not make it much further than the
garage. They already had the chairs and the tables set up out there
under the spotlight where they could all be alone and get drunk, pass
out under the gleaming light. Mike and his son left Rod and David alone
to discuss a few things about mechanics out in the garage with Vicki's
father.
Will was always careful to take a look at his surroundings. It was a
long walk to the house from the garage. They had a beautiful garden,
now in ruin from the frosts, and he wondered what it had looked like in
the Summer. They always had beautiful tomatoes and peppers and corn
ripe for the picking, most of it falling off on the vine. Vicki had her
art studio out in the garage as well, a small sectioned off area with
all of her paints and paintings, something that he would have to be
sure to ask her about when there was more time. She was always
interested in spending time with him discussing strange occurrences,
having grown up on a farm she was far from innocent. He remembered her
once telling him that she was proud of him for being such a good boy
and being so level headed. "When I was your age, I was screwing boys in
the barn and drinking beer like you can't imagine" But of course that
concealed how she had talked and acted around him when she was alone.
She had a side of herself that was crazy.
It was shortly before the party, Mike and his son sat it the kitchen of
David and Vicki's house, relaxed and enjoying the shelter from the mid
November day. The heater fired up in the cellar, and the vents turned
their hot air with the loud clutter from the old machine. Vicki stood
in the doorway, sweat beading on her forehead, just coming from the
garage. She had the look of frustration, which was clearly visible with
all of the new people in her house. "So are you guys leaving tomorrow
or the day after?"
Mike looked up at her, he noticed that she gave him that look, it was
the look with a twist of her hips. She had the innocent schoolgirl face
that looked as if it would disappear at any moment, "Not sure yet. I
was thinking about tomorrow morning or maybe the next day depending on
what David says he's doing."
"Well it might be a little bit of a day tomorrow, we might need you
around. There is something wrong with my dad's truck, he took it down
to his place to have a look at it and did all kinds or work on it. Rod
wouldn't even let his father in her to touch his tools or anything."
Vicki said, moving into the kitchen where Mike and his son were sitting
quietly.
Mike laughed at what she said, looking though his wallet to see how
much money he had on him.
Vicki continued, "It's like, then David tells him 'No dad you're not
touching any of my frickin tools.' He says, 'You never put anything
back.'"
Mike laughed deeper.
Vicki moaned, walking over to the food that she was cooking in the
oven. "And that's like whoah they used to be just slap nuts, you'd find
tools everywhere."
Mike, "Yeah."
Vicki began to laugh to herself. "If you didn't run over it, you didn't
find it you know. So that's why I was like, I looked at dad and went
WHAT? You wouldn't let him in there? Boy is that strange. "
Mike slowly raised his head, having said little but an agreement since
she had walked in the room, "You know, this is surprising that he had
some things that he needed done to his car and told me that he needed
them done. And put back to where they belong. He said, I better get
this done right or David will go nuts on me. He said, he don't like his
tools lying around."
"That's putting it lightly," she whispered, moving over the table at
him.
"I thought to myself, um... Rod's like that too I guess," he continued.
"Yeah"
Mike, "And um"
"He takes right after him." Vicki said, throwing her hands up in the
air. "I said, 'I don't mind you taking after your father. But there are
a few things if you EVER take after your father...'"
Mike seemed amused as he listened to her rant, "You're dead?"
"Yeah," she said with a smile. "I will not put up with cheating. That's
the number one thing. I said, 'If you feel you gotta so somewhere else,
you let me know first and we'll talk about it.' And I said, 'Please
don't forget this.' There's little things that he will do that I'll
say, 'Hey now aren't we the senior now huh?'"
Mike laughed to himself, taking notice of a novel sitting on the table.
Vicki cried out with laughter. "And he gets mad." She looked down at
the book and put her hand on it, playing with the pages, "Jane Austen,
what a weird writer. This book makes absolutely no sense at all, even
with three or four cups of coffee."
He looked over to her with his cup in the air. "I wouldn't mind some
more coffee. Forget the book."
"Well it's over here in the pot you know." She said matter of factly.
"Yeah but it's so far away," he whined.
Vicki's voice rose mockingly, "Well damnit Mike, get your ass over here
and get some. Jesus Christ, my son is ten years old and he can get
coffee for himself."
Mike got up from his chair with a groan and walked over to get more
coffee in his coffee cup. The whole time her looked over at his son,
who was reading the newspaper.
Then she looked down at the dishwasher. "I keep telling David to get me
a gasket for this dish washer. It used to really shoot out hard when we
first got it and now it won't work."
Mike grinned at her erotically. "Yeah you like when it shoots out
hard?"
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