Friday, April 20, 2007
New Beginning 263
Kevin Junior looks just like his father,” Tiffany said. She watched a strapping young lad holding a basket of food headed their way. Tiffany felt old sitting with his parents.
“Yes, my boy is the spitting image of his Father,” Allison said, hugging her husband with one arm. Kevin stood a foot taller and fifty pounds heavier than his father.
“He has your blue eyes, dear.” Kevin Senior hugged his wife. Ren McCormack nudged Tiffany and rolled his eyes.
“Kevin's the quarterback this year. He's going to the championships, again. Last year, he won wrestling,” Allison said, her eyes twinkling with pride. Ren faked a smile.
“I heard. Didn't your son rip another boy’s knee apart with his bare hands?” Tiffany asked.
“That wasn’t Kevin’s fault. They don’t test for inferiority and weak bones are weak bones. Kevin Junior is damn near genetically perfect.” Allison wagged her finger. Her anger expressed itself for a moment behind her façade of mint julep, homespun goodiness. “But don’t you tell him that, dear. My goodness, the boy already thinks he’s invincible.”
Ren and Tiffany looked at each other. Ren shrugged and Tiffany let out a sigh. “Okay. We’re convinced. Two hundred, right?”
“Cash.” Allison pulled out a receipt book. “We have to levy a surcharge for credit.”
Ren pulled out his wallet. “No problem. We’ve got the cash.”
“So...” Tiffany glanced at Ren again. “What happens next?”
Kevin Sr. pointed over their shoulders. “Well, we usually just put ‘em in the paddock there and let ‘em, you know, get acquainted.”
“Oh. I see. Well, if that’s . . . So, Cecilia?”
“Don’t worry, honey,” Allison said. “Take your time.” She still couldn’t believe how easily the money rolled in since they put Kevin Jr. out to stud.
Opening: Anonymous.....Continuation: Anonymous