Mrs. Jaks Quotes in Son of a Trickster
Jared bumped off a couple of trees as he sped down, laughing his ass off as Kelsey tumbled past him. He was declared the loser, and had to spin a plastic cocoon around Blake, who kangaroo-hopped over to Kelsey and jumped up to kick him.
Afterwards, Jared took the bus back to their neighbourhood and helped Mrs. Jaks shovel the snow out of her driveway while Mr. Jaks searched the house for snow tires for the car they’d sold. They had venison pie for supper. She asked him if he could watch Mr. Jaks on Wednesday while she went to a doctor’s appointment. She promised to make his favourite, spaghetti with moose meatballs.
Dylan threw up and Jared went to the kitchen and made coffee.
He sat at the island and turned on his phone again.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, Destiny had texted.
I hate my life, Jared thought.
He checked his voice mail, erasing Destiny’s messages as soon as he heard her voice. One of the messages began with a long pause.
“Jared?” Mrs. Jaks said. “I’m home. I need some help.”
She’d phoned two days ago. After the holiday parties, he couldn’t really remember what he was doing two days ago.
Mrs. Jaks Quotes in Son of a Trickster
Jared bumped off a couple of trees as he sped down, laughing his ass off as Kelsey tumbled past him. He was declared the loser, and had to spin a plastic cocoon around Blake, who kangaroo-hopped over to Kelsey and jumped up to kick him.
Afterwards, Jared took the bus back to their neighbourhood and helped Mrs. Jaks shovel the snow out of her driveway while Mr. Jaks searched the house for snow tires for the car they’d sold. They had venison pie for supper. She asked him if he could watch Mr. Jaks on Wednesday while she went to a doctor’s appointment. She promised to make his favourite, spaghetti with moose meatballs.
Dylan threw up and Jared went to the kitchen and made coffee.
He sat at the island and turned on his phone again.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, Destiny had texted.
I hate my life, Jared thought.
He checked his voice mail, erasing Destiny’s messages as soon as he heard her voice. One of the messages began with a long pause.
“Jared?” Mrs. Jaks said. “I’m home. I need some help.”
She’d phoned two days ago. After the holiday parties, he couldn’t really remember what he was doing two days ago.