The Park, Monday Afternoon
So. James was back this year. Steve didn't know what he thought about that. He did know he hadn't had a lot of time to think about that--he was down another microwave, and the TV.
He'd decided the most prudent thing to do until whenever the kid had to go back would be to let him run around and tire himself out. His parents would probably appreciate it, and in the meantime, no more of Steve's possessions would explode.
Hopefully.
((Open park is open!))
He'd decided the most prudent thing to do until whenever the kid had to go back would be to let him run around and tire himself out. His parents would probably appreciate it, and in the meantime, no more of Steve's possessions would explode.
Hopefully.
((Open park is open!))