welian
#BlackLivesMatter
As the screeching sounds of troublesome teens carried across the grounds, Jeb sighed and took a long drag of his cigarette. It was just him, and the rocking chair… and if he turned the corner, he would have direct line of sight to the sign-in table, and all the antics there.
But! As long as he didn’t SEE whatever Blair and Evan were up to, he could not be held legally responsible for whatever they were doing.
Which was probably indoctrinating campers into the local mountain cult. But, again, as long as all campers were returned to their parents alive and unmaimed at the end of the month, Jeb would get that sweet, sweet Commonwealth money. Combined with his grandson Toby’s pension, after this round of campers, he’d finally be able to afford a cruise to Turks and Caicos, and marry his beloved Anastasia. And they say mail-order brides are a scam!
“Toby!” he called for his grandson, too lazy to get up and see if the pathetic man had picked up the deer or not. It was a test, you see – if Toby responded, that meant he had come back empty-handed. But if he didn’t respond, that meant he was busy carving up venison in the kitchen.
Or, now that Jeb thought about it, maybe Toby knew what was up and would avoid him anyway.