After we all cleaned up for dinner and headed out, Symeon and Jared walked Mart and me home. While the dogs sniffed and snuffled their way through the early evening, we huddled together in the cooling night as much for comfort as for warmth, I think.
About halfway to our house, Mart said, “We all know this is Bryan Dooley, right?”
Jared looked at her out of the corner of his eye but didn’t say anything.
I, however, had no ethical quandary here so I said, “Darn right it is! The nerve.” Next to me, Jared stifled a giggle, and I smiled.
“So let’s pretend we don’t know any police officers or that they suddenly have put on noise cancelling headphones while they listen to Nirvana as we walk, okay?” Symeon said with a wry smile.
Jared started humming “Come As You Are,” took Mayhem and Taco’s
