He stumbled onto the road and there was the van with the teens. They stopped to pick him up. Errl had friends.
How"d you know I was here?
They didn"t know, he thought. Zorster was on his side with his demons and angels and the great god looking after Pa"s son.
“Yee haw.” Puffin"s son clapped him on the back. “Hello, pal.”
“Yes.”
“You want to go to a party, chum?”
“Yes.” He settled into the back of the van. One of the teens opened a window. He took a deep breath of the cool air that rushed through. One of the teens gagged.
“Eeyah.”
“We"re on our way to Goose Lake. Sun"s going down. Perfect night for a fire and a party. Cola drink, Bigfoot?”
“Thank you.” He accepted the can of soda pop. He drank it and burped. Good. Almost as good as the cola Joey had shared with him days ago. The v
