Wednesday, July 3rd
Alexander and Bethina were back the next morning. They played a truncated game of "dungeon", then Alexander dragged them outside for hide-and-seek. One of the outbuildings was a garage. The door was open and light spilled out into the night. After a round of the game, Patrick went to investigate.
The huge blue car was jacked up and Christian was crouched next to it, slotting a tire into place. "Hello."
"Hey." Patrick leaned against a work bench and tugged out his last cigarette. "Who do I see for more of these?"
"If you don't care about the brand, there's a carton in the drawer."
Patrick followed the man's pointing finger to find not only cigarettes, but a greasy bottle of booze. He held it up with a cry of triumph and had the cap off before good sense kicked in. "
