“This is my house, just pull in by that light
pole.”
“Wow, guy, you sure live in a classy
neighborhood,” Parker said, admiring his surroundings as he stood
on the sidewalk.
“Uh, it’s just home. I know I’m lucky to be
able to live in a nice place, but, it’s just home.” Mason dipped
his head, he hoped Parker didn’t feel too intimidated by the
obvious differences in their living arrangements.
“Don’t know if I ought to leave my truck
here, it might lower the tone, or the property values…”
“No, Parker, please don’t say that. You’re
just as good, if not better than any of the people who live
here.”
“Why thank you, kind sir.” Parker bowed low,
which caused him to grimace in pain.
“Oh, shit, you okay?”
“Yeah. Just got to remember not to take any
more bows for a while,” Parker said through clenched teeth.
“Come on, lean on me, we’ll walk round the
side to the deck. Save you having to go through the house.”
Parker accepted Mason’s offer of help. The