It’s a hot and sweaty day. Steven’s been back for a couple of weeks now. Just like every other summer, the four spend little time outside of their jobs away from one another. They’re kicked back on Steven’s porch eating ice cream. The Hounds brothers have been out of bed since before the sun came up, digging ditches and fixing fences.
The small cushioned seat of the rickety porch swing and the cold ice cream in their mouths is a welcomed treat. Ice cream is rare. Steven’s father found an old barrel hidden in the back of the freezer in the store. It had too much frost on the top to sell to any passersby, so he was allowed to take it home and share with his family. Now, here they sit, enjoying the day. They’re waiting for Mr. Smith to leave for work so they can get into the basement.
Chloe
