“He doesn’t like you,” Robert offered conversationally.
“You speak fluent understatement, Robert.”
“That I do, my friend. That I do. That aside, I am intrigued by Aunt JoEllen’s description of your encampment. I’d love to see it.” I motioned him to follow me.
I showed Robert around the area and he was duly impressed. I can’t explain it; the guy was just likeable. I handed him a Lone Star and we both sat on lounge chairs on the riverbank. Robert said all of the appropriate things about what a comfortable little “retreat”—his word—we had carved out for ourselves here and I fired up a joint. Shortly thereafter, we were buds.
Robert told me it was his job to report to Uncle Kenneth regularly and keep him abreast of the debauchery and shenanigans going on here and determine how his parents
