Fire Solves All Problems Perfectly pt 36

Shit! Jason cries, dumping his bike and running to help Tim get up, who’s laughing and slapping dust out of his hair. You don’t feel good; your stomach is balled up tight. Tim is fine except for a cut on his arm that drips blood while the three of you watch.

That was crazy, boss, Jason says, you could’a broke your damn neck.

He looks at you and makes a face, and that’s fine with you because the front door to the house opens and a man steps out, Mr. Moran from the post office; he gets as far as What in the hell before he recognizes you, and your father’s face inside of yours, and goes back in without a word.