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“Hey, boss, you sure they ain’t on to us?”
“Of course, they’re not on to us, Julius. How could they be on to something. I’m just a nice old guy living in his new house, just doing retired guy things. Ain’t that right, Jimmy?”
The third man looked up from his perusal of the comics, all six feet and two hundred and fifty pounds of him awkwardly curled into a small wingback chair. “Sure thing, boss.” He rumbled agreeably, “You’re a real old guy.”
Julius snickered from his post by the window. Tony bristled, but chose to only snap his newspaper straight and go back to reading. After a few moments of silence in which Julius didn’t move away from the bay window, hand carefully pulling the blind away from the wall to peer out, Tony gave in.
“Why you want to know, Julius?”
“Just that kid, boss,” The wiry man stepped aside to allow Tony access to the wall beside the window. “I don’t like the look of him. Or the dog.”
A teenage boy in jeans and a Blue Jays T-shirt stood on the sidewalk in front of the house, holding the lead of a cartoonish dog. The boy was staring blankly up at the house, and the dog was unnaturally still, like it was a statue of itself. The boy kept waving his closed hand in the air in front of the dog, like he was reminding it to do something.
As the two men watched, the dog abruptly reanimated, lunged for the boy’s hand, and started walking. The boy’s eyes became more focused, and he looked right at Tony’s hiding spot behind the blinds.
Tony stepped back, out of the line of sight to the sidewalk. “Huh.” He said.
“See, boss,” Julius exclaimed, “see, he’s watching us. I saw him by yesterday, too, twice!”
“He’s just some dumb kid walking some dumb dog,” Tony said, trying to convince himself of it. “Ain’t nobody caught on to what’s goin’ on here, ain’t nobody gonna.” He hesitated a moment before resuming his seat for his after dinner snack and added, “Find out who he is, Julius. Just don’t let on that you know anything.”
This is a continuation of the Rhododendrons story. I’m working on it, along with assorted short things, working towards the goal of 50000 words for Camp Nano.