Chapter 2
Pennsylvania
Ewan was down on his knees outside the house the next morning, his rear end aimed at my tiny window up high. That side of the house had only one and I wondered if he knew it was mine, if he realized that that was where I lived. I wondered if he cared. He seemed to be checking the ground for something. Reaching forward, like a cat stretching after her nap, his position caused his pants to pull tightly across the roundness of his bottom. The cream-colored fabric clung due to sweat and left little to the imagination, save for the hue of his flesh, which I presumed, from seeing that exposed, to be not much darker. Ewan pulled his trousers from the crevice several times. He was doing it again when Georgia stepped up behind him.
“Mr. Parish!”
Ewan jumped to his feet, o
