6 Jayceon
Saturday . . .
“Wassup, Pops.” Jayceon greeted his father after he opened the door. His dad, Frank, was standing there, holding a dinner plate covered in aluminum foil. Inside the plastic bag that swung in his left hand was silverware, condiments, and two cold cans of Mountain Dew. “Here, boy; your mama wanted to make sure you were eatin’ over here while Leah is out of town with her mother.”
Jace took the plate, and the bag, from his dad and asked him to have a seat anywhere he’d like while he warmed up the food that had his hungry stomach growling.
Since Leah hopped up late Thursday night to head out of town with her mother for a convention in Ohio, Jace and McDonald’s had become quite acquainted; that is until Mommy sent his pops baring a plate of her home cooking.
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