Chapter 104

Inside, the wood stove crackled nice and hot. The evening outside, even in summertime, cooled enough to put a chill in the bones. Brian and tom sat at a medium-sized kitchen table; they'd just finished off a good feed of minced moose burgers and deep-fried home fries. Don cooked a lot of things, but the boys loved their late night lunches – usually the same every time, burgers and fries or moose sausage and fries. As they relaxed in their chairs, Don brought them each a glass of ginger-ale, and a good portion of liquor for himself. The boys drank their pop and Don got his kit: one cigarette rolled, and a joint, as well.

“Gimme a smoke,” Brian said, hand out.

“Yeah, right,” laughed Don. “I ain't that nice, boy.”

Brian laughed and Don lit his smoke.

“That was wicked grub, Don,” Tommy told him. “Thanks again. Was friggin' starved.”

“Today's been a long one,” said Brian.

Between puffs of smoke, Don asked, “What'd you two shits get up to all day?”

The boys looked nervous at one another, sl