Chapter 108 - 108. just living life man (1/2)

”Ryan?” my father called out when he heard me on the stairs.

Who else? I thought to myself.

”Hey, Dad, welcome home.”

”Thanks.” He hung up his gun belt and stepped out of his boots as I bustled about the kitchen. As far as I was aware, he'd never shot the gun on the job. But he kept it ready. When I came here as a child, he would always remove the bullets as soon as he walked in the door. I guess he considered me old enough now not to shoot myself by accident if only he knew I had guns and weapons in my gate that would put that little glock to shame.

Speaking of weapons my shadows had made it to Fort Knox earlier today it was now the stake out time. Then I'd have my 8000 ton golden problem solver oh yes. let me put it this way a fully loaded legal semi truck weighs only 40 tons so I'd be throwing something like 200 semi trucks out of my gate and cannon like speeds then problem solved. that's how you waste money my friends.

”What's for dinner?” he asked warily. My mother was an imaginative cook, and her experiments weren't always edible. I was surprised, and sad, that he seemed to remember that far back.

”Steak and potatoes,” I answered, and he looked relieved.

He seemed to feel awkward standing in the kitchen doing nothing; he lumbered into the living room to watch TV while I had dipsy finish cooking. We were both more comfortable that way. She made a salad while the steaks cooked, and set the table.

I called him in when dinner was ready and dipsy was gone, and he sniffed appreciatively as he walked into the room.

”Smells good.”

”Thanks.”

We ate in silence for a few minutes. It wasn't uncomfortable. Neither of us was bothered by the quiet. In some ways, we were well suited for living together.

”So, how did you like school? Have you made any friends?” he asked as he was taking seconds.

”Well, I have a few classes with a girl named Jessica. I sit with her friends at lunch. And there's this boy, Mike, who I get along with. Everybody seems pretty nice.”