Tom, not ready to head for home, took up his post on his table once again. He looked at his watch: five fifteen.
Wonder what happened to the troll? he thought, scanning his surroundings.
4: Sunday in the Park
Alan was restless. He had spent the weekend around the house helping his parents with yard work. He helped his mother plant flowers, his dad get the lawn mower started and then washed out the garbage bins. Why anyone needed to clean garbage bins was beyond Alan. They only got dirty again. But his mother insisted.
Alan sat with his dad watching the end of a baseball game on TV. His dad had fallen asleep with Dusty on his lap. Bored, Alan tapped his fingers on his knees.