CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED AND NINETY-EIGHT
Sunday mid-day — 11:25 a.m.
“Oh hey, you’re home,” Mike said, coming out into the driveway. “There’s some dog poop for you to pick up in the backyard.”
Jacob’s eyebrow lowered in exaggerated irritation at Mike. He opened the back door to the SUV and Sarah jumped out. Sarah ran passed Mike and barked at something about a foot behind Mike. His eyes following Sarah, Mike turned to find a wall made out of individual pieces of dog excrement.
Mike squeaked with surprise. Jacob laughed. Mike’s eyes moved to Jake and back to the wall. Mike pointed to the wall. Jacob gave a simple nod. Mike began to laugh until he was bent over laughing.
Sam came out from the backyard to see what was going on. When he saw the wall of excrement, he grabbed the trash bin and dragged it under the wall.
Sam cleared his throat.
Jacob looked over at his father. Mike stopped laughing.
Sam gave Jacob the Universal “You’re in trouble” fatherly look. He opened the trash bin lid. Sam pointed into the trashcan.
Jacob made the poop drop into the trash bin. The poop made a loud drumming sound as each individual piece hit the bin.
When the poop was done, Sam nodded his head. Sam dragged the bin back to its place and walked back to the backyard without ever saying a word.
Jacob and Mike burst out laughing again. Jacob gave Mike two heavy suitcase bags. Mike took them and started toward the house.
“Good to have you back, man,” Mike said. Just before he got to the door, he turned around and said, “Hockey today at two.”
“Hockey?” Jacob asked.
“We’re in the big leagues now,” Mike yelled as he opened the side door.
Sarah slipped into the Castle in front of Mike.
“Why?” Jacob asked.
The door closed before Mike responded. Shaking his head, Jacob pulled out the rest of the gear from SUV and piled it in the driveway.
Jill came out of the Castle by the side door.
“They don’t have any either,” Jill said to Jacob.
“I can carry this stuff in,” Jill said. She winced. “Can you get some baby wipes?”
“Do we need a case or just some for the night?” Jacob said.
“Some,” Jill said. “Heather’s going to the bulk store tomorrow.”
“Rotisserie Chicken?” Jacob asked with a smile.
Jill grinned at him as she waited for him to agree to go get the baby wipes.
“I can always go,” Jill said mildly.
“Go?” Jacob scowled as he placed the last bag on the stack.
“Baby wipes?” Jill said, her irritation rise.
He shook his head.
“I’ll go,” Jacob said. “Sorry, I thought that was a given. Are you okay with the convenience store?”
He gestured to the 7-11 at the end of the block.
“The Sev is fine,” Jill said. “Just get a bunch because we’re all out.”
“Got it,” Jacob said.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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