Food

Carson grimaces a little as Misty rebandages his wrists. He notes the look on her face and her hands as she works, a grin starting to upturn the corner of his mouth. “Quit shaking. You’ll make the bandage crooked.”


Jason looks at Nate with a little surprise. “Alright…” With Nate gone, he raps his knuckles on the door, deciding to wait for Misty’s response before entering.


Laura makes her way down the hall, her arm full of filing folders and papers. Swinging wide of a doorway, she moves a little too fast, and the pile slides from her grip. She lets out a little wail as everything comes crashing down into a mess on the floor. Groaning, she kneels down to start picking things up.


“No, no it was the next house!”

“Are you sure? I thought he said it was blue.”

“Grey.”

“I thought he said green.”

“Well what number did you write?”

“I can’t read my writing.”

“Kyle!” Phil reaches behind him to the back seat and snatches the scribbled note from his brother’s hand. “Good land, I’m surprised you’re not a doctor.”

Mike snickers as he drives slowly down the street. “Will you two hurry up? We’ve been down this street twice already.”

“Look for a cat,” Kyle comments.

“A cat?”

“Yeah, I heard she had a cat…or something…”

“It was be inside, dodo brain,” Phil retorts. “Here…” he points to the note. “That’s gotta be a six.”

Mike shakes his head. “There are no sixes here.”

“Maybe we’re on the wrong street.”

“Well it’s Maple Street.”

Phil’s eyes widen. “He didn’t say Maple, he said Weaver.”

Mike slams on the breaks, his own eyes wide. “Where did I get Maple?”

“I don’t know, but you better turn around…again,” Kyle suggests, giving Mike’s arm a slap. “Way to go.”

“I’m not the one who wrote down directions he can’t even read!”

Ten minutes later, the pickup finally parks alongside the curb in front of Laura and Katie’s. “You sure this is it?” Phil questions.

“It has to be.” Mike swipes the note. “If that was a four and not a nine, then we got it.”

Kyle nods and shakes Phil’s seat. “Come on, I can’t get out ‘til you do, and I’m getting claustrophobic.”

Phil rolls his eyes and unbuckles his seatbelt. “Alright already.”

The three make their way up the short walk, Kyle carrying the box that smelled delicious. “Think she likes fried chicken?”

“Everybody likes Jen’s chicken.”

“This would be true.”

Mike reaches down to press the doorbell and they wait. “Hope she doesn’t mind the intrusion.”

“Jason said it was alright,” Kyle reminds. “Besides, she deserves a welcome home party. Jason said her roommate wasn’t even here right now.”

“Yeah, but it’s barely supper time. It’s early yet.”

“So? That just ensures she hasn’t eaten yet.”