Chapter 25: Old and Fat and LazyJackson went to work, for which I was rather grateful. I was mad at him and a little suspicious, neither of which feeling I particularly enjoyed.
After some time spent at the swimming pool, Noah and I dressed in tanks, shorts, and sandals and piled into the station wagon for a trip to Subway, where we picked up a foot-long and iced teas before heading to Ballard Park for a picnic and Frisbee.
At the picnic table, we kept a careful eye on the ducks—they could be very aggressive when you were eating and they thought you ought to be sharing and you weren’t. We also kept an eye on the weather. The sun didn’t know whether it wanted to shine or hide behind long, rolling clouds. Wind gusted through the park now and again, setting everything in fluttery motion. Ye
