After that first time on the road there wasn't really much said on the airwaves about the fucker but I kept my channels open. Meanwhile it was back to business as usual.
I'd thought to give Cyrus at least a week or two to get settled in before seeing what if anything he wanted to do, but by day three he was begging to come to the shop.
Apparently mom's idea of entertaining a retired gentleman was to have her hen pack over for their club meetings, which now involved how to make over poor Cyrus so he could meet someone suitable.
"Sorry about that buddy you sure you want to do this Cy because you don't have to you know, you're good either way."
"Son, these women are like to drive me batty. I've never been poked and prodded at so much in my life, please let me in the shop at least there
