We see Tiffany come in with Dirk, he has his arm around her waist. I feel like some exotic, wildlife observer, deep in the jungles of Africa, documenting the behavioral habits of some new species of apes or something. We chase each other around the apartment, screaming and carrying on like a couple of silly kids. The side we are on is okay, just not as much of a beach, but still fine for swimming. We want to go swimming again today, but not at the community center pool, so we ride our bikes out to Tucker’s Pond. Being that it’s pretty deep, the farther down you go, the colder the water gets. and Mrs. “Hello? —–
Things are going good at Pizza Depot. Here comes our picture-perfect, golden-boy, Dirk, with his wavy blond hair, jogging towards us. “Okayyyy…”
“Come look at this,” she excitedly leads me to the apartment’s single bedroom where I see a very comfy looking king-size bed. “This apartment looks like it’s just been painted?”
“Right again! They are having me help with making pizzas more often. Am I about to get fired? Yes, I know I’m painting with a broad brush, not all of them are that bad.
