distracted, we can get him to admit room 35 is one of his private rooms.”
Hearing Mom and Dad walking into the foyer below, I whispered to Kent, “Let’s keep the incident to ourselves for now, we don’t want Mom and Dad worrying about us.”
Nodding, Kent bounced down the stairs saying, “We’re ready. Let’s go, I’m starving.”
It took about fifteen minutes to get to the Pine Hill Country Club. It was on the other side of town. It sat on two hundred acres of rolling tree filled land, with a 36-hole golf course, tennis courts, racket ball, a swimming pool and exercise room, a full banquet center, a five star restaurant, and a sports bar. Only the wealthiest and oldest families were allowed membership. It was pretty snobbish, come to think of it.
As we pulled up to the light near the high school, we could see Jed climbing out of a police car that was parked next to his motorcycle.
“There’s the new boy at school. His name is Jed. He’s in our social studies group, for the end of the year project,” I told my parents.
They both turned and stared at Jed, who was talking to the officer who had his back to us. All of a sudden, we saw the officer grab Jed, spin him around, and throw him up against the car.
Aghast we stared open mouthed until the light turned green and my Dad drove away.
“That was a student?” my mother asked horrified.
“He looks too old to be a student,” my dad said. “He looks like a trouble maker; you both stay away from him.”
Looking at Kent, I was horrified to see him nodding his agreement. They both usually had a more forgiving and understanding attitude. The Jed I met today was nice, well mannered and did not at all seem like the kind of guy who was in trouble with the law. I just couldn’t believe it. I won’t believe it, until he tells me otherwise. Tomorrow, I am going to ask him face to face to explain it. I am sure he has a perfectly reasonable explanation.
I told myself, I was just giving him the benefit of the doubt. It wasn’t because I thought he was cute. It wasn’t. Really.
Pushing away from Mike, Jed grunted. “Great! Did you see the expression on their faces? Now they think I am some kind of hoodlum.”
Mike shrugged, his palms facing up. “Hey man, how was I to know they would be passing by right at the same moment you told me I couldn’t frisk a pig. I took that as a challenge.”
Wiping his hand over his face, Jed asked, “What am I going to tell Nora?”
“Nora? Who’s Nora? Wait; don’t tell me, she’s some chick you have the hots for. I thought you said you didn’t meet any. How is it that you already know the girl’s name and are worried about what she is going to think?”
“Shut up, Parker,” Jed said, pushing him back.
“You struck an officer!” Mike said, jumping up and down. “Wait until I tell Lieutenant Davis on you.”
“Oh, Puhleese,” Jed said rolling his eyes. He climbed on his bike. “Try not to hit me as you back out.”
“That was one time in the academy. A guy backs into one little bitty traffic cone and his buddy doesn’t let him forget it.”
Grinning, Jed revved the bike’s engine. “See you later,” he yelled over the noise. Backing out, he headed through town, and then followed the main highway until it made a bend towards the county’s capital city of River Junction. Turning off onto a small dirt road, he followed the curving, tree-lined road, two miles, until he came to a driveway lined with big old white pines. This farm had been his grandfather’s and his dad’s before him, and so on as far back as Jed could determine. The farm was now Jed’s. His granddad had passed away three months ago leaving it to Jed. Jed was his only grandchild. Jed’s parents had died in a plane crash when Jed was nine. He had been raised by his granddad ever since.
The farm sat on over three hundred acres. It was in an area were the price of real estate even in today’s recession was high. Jed’s granddad had
Hearing Mom and Dad walking into the foyer below, I whispered to Kent, “Let’s keep the incident to ourselves for now, we don’t want Mom and Dad worrying about us.”
Nodding, Kent bounced down the stairs saying, “We’re ready. Let’s go, I’m starving.”
It took about fifteen minutes to get to the Pine Hill Country Club. It was on the other side of town. It sat on two hundred acres of rolling tree filled land, with a 36-hole golf course, tennis courts, racket ball, a swimming pool and exercise room, a full banquet center, a five star restaurant, and a sports bar. Only the wealthiest and oldest families were allowed membership. It was pretty snobbish, come to think of it.
As we pulled up to the light near the high school, we could see Jed climbing out of a police car that was parked next to his motorcycle.
“There’s the new boy at school. His name is Jed. He’s in our social studies group, for the end of the year project,” I told my parents.
They both turned and stared at Jed, who was talking to the officer who had his back to us. All of a sudden, we saw the officer grab Jed, spin him around, and throw him up against the car.
Aghast we stared open mouthed until the light turned green and my Dad drove away.
“That was a student?” my mother asked horrified.
“He looks too old to be a student,” my dad said. “He looks like a trouble maker; you both stay away from him.”
Looking at Kent, I was horrified to see him nodding his agreement. They both usually had a more forgiving and understanding attitude. The Jed I met today was nice, well mannered and did not at all seem like the kind of guy who was in trouble with the law. I just couldn’t believe it. I won’t believe it, until he tells me otherwise. Tomorrow, I am going to ask him face to face to explain it. I am sure he has a perfectly reasonable explanation.
I told myself, I was just giving him the benefit of the doubt. It wasn’t because I thought he was cute. It wasn’t. Really.
Pushing away from Mike, Jed grunted. “Great! Did you see the expression on their faces? Now they think I am some kind of hoodlum.”
Mike shrugged, his palms facing up. “Hey man, how was I to know they would be passing by right at the same moment you told me I couldn’t frisk a pig. I took that as a challenge.”
Wiping his hand over his face, Jed asked, “What am I going to tell Nora?”
“Nora? Who’s Nora? Wait; don’t tell me, she’s some chick you have the hots for. I thought you said you didn’t meet any. How is it that you already know the girl’s name and are worried about what she is going to think?”
“Shut up, Parker,” Jed said, pushing him back.
“You struck an officer!” Mike said, jumping up and down. “Wait until I tell Lieutenant Davis on you.”
“Oh, Puhleese,” Jed said rolling his eyes. He climbed on his bike. “Try not to hit me as you back out.”
“That was one time in the academy. A guy backs into one little bitty traffic cone and his buddy doesn’t let him forget it.”
Grinning, Jed revved the bike’s engine. “See you later,” he yelled over the noise. Backing out, he headed through town, and then followed the main highway until it made a bend towards the county’s capital city of River Junction. Turning off onto a small dirt road, he followed the curving, tree-lined road, two miles, until he came to a driveway lined with big old white pines. This farm had been his grandfather’s and his dad’s before him, and so on as far back as Jed could determine. The farm was now Jed’s. His granddad had passed away three months ago leaving it to Jed. Jed was his only grandchild. Jed’s parents had died in a plane crash when Jed was nine. He had been raised by his granddad ever since.
The farm sat on over three hundred acres. It was in an area were the price of real estate even in today’s recession was high. Jed’s granddad had
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