”Yeah, Clarence is a great watch dog. Robbers could do whatever they want and good ole Clarence would just sit and watch.” Brad laughed. ”Where is your (I almost said shirt) friend, Brad. ”Yeah, Jillie we gotta go pick up Jason. Okay if Clarence comes?” ”Sure.” I said too cheerfully.
”Cool. Clarence can sit with Jason in the back seat. But first we got to make a stop at a convenience store. I need some ginger to go with my vodka.” The movie music stopped…as did my crush-like thoughts.
As I park the truck, Clarence starts whining in the back seat as I watch this Greek God go into the 7-11. I realize he plans to drink at my house. Talk about a rock and a hard place. Brad comes strutting back with a sack in one hand and talking on his cell phone with the other. I hear him say ”we will be right there Jason.”
He jumps into the truck seat giving Clarence a quick rub. Then turns and looks at me again. ”Yeah, Jason was partying all night couldn’t make it to my house so let’s go get him, girl.”
Younger, heavier all grins Brad’s co-hart Jason. He squeezed himself into the back seat of the truck next to Clarence. I tell the guys how my Ex is coming to the barn to pick up his things. Since it is such a nice day, if they wouldn’t mind just sitting on the deck for a couple of hours, while he moves his stuff out of the barn.
Brad and Jason are chattering away like long lost souls. About their time in prison, last traffic ticket, last girl, and their modeling days.