What a sinking and helpless feeling when instinctively we know something’s amiss. Hopefully his mom just wants him to pick up an item or two from the store/pharmacy, but within the light of her overdoing it, she may need to go in with complications on her foot….
But then again, could it be that Dean has come by to check on how he…ahem, his car is doing? That would have his mother all excited to call multiple times???
Given the nature of the article and the nature of Neal’s business, I think it’s bound to have lots of overlapping contacts; but the bigger question is why does Jake have this picture of a very discreet man? What, when and how did Jake get involved? From California or from after his return?
Those requests are submitted via special handling by Jonah; just think spontanasity and it shall be granted or at least tossed about in jocular banter.
I remember getting one of those from somewhere; Pocket Bone-a-Matic, I carried that thing everywhere for well over a decade. It was sometimes embarrassing but mostly funny amongst the guys. That thing was as surprising and as much fun as a Jack in a Box toy…prong, it’d pop up and you’d be busy stuffing it back down where it belonged.
But no mention of the equipment shed and looking to gain the donation of a Zamboni to maintain that perfect rink surface. 🤷♂️Hockey is more forgiving than figure skating but resurfacing is still a must.
A moment of truth shredded by unbelievable clairvoyance and a disgustingly stinky…and puny…and empty…human. Vengeful thoughts masking truths with the coloring expected for a life left hollowed? When and how will these possible truths be revealed, and then we get to possibly see surprise 😳 as the unbelievable…becomes…real?
A very comical mix of character with a near death experience, and it works great; loving this beginning.
I think any of us having been drugged, raped, and then not told about it…until decades later, would probably zone out just trying to let the brain wrap around it all.
We had a REF running at the high school football game, huffing and puffing, …with a hot microphone from the last penalty announcement. As he huffed, I was very much anticipating him speaking to himself, saying…I’M TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIT!