Chapter .30.

Remember the time when the

covers on our bed

were the only shield and armor

we needed against

the terrifying everything

that surrounded us?

~T.K.G.

***

Late. That's what I am. Jay stands upon the porch. I can see, literally see, a dark cloud descend down and swirl around him as he eyes the approaching truck. Slowly he goes down each step until he stops, arms crossed and waiting. I look past him to see a nervous Daisy. Her shirt today reads, 'Never forget Pluto.'