Johnson's Neighborhood Garage
Fifth Ward
4:15pm
The cars fixed and ready, Old Man Johnson already home, the whole garage quiet except for the two boys and TBull. His last words hung in the air, bringing more questions as much as it answered for all of them.
Off in the distance the phone rang, a bit insistent, but when T-Bull picked it up, he heard his momma on the other line. "Hey honey," came that sweet southern voice. "When you coming home for dinner? Johnson said you were planning on eating elsewhere? Now I know that ain't right when you got momma's cooking waiting for you. Why don't you bring those nice boys over. I haven't seen them in a while. They must be so grown." She sighed wistfully. "Like my baby."
OOC: TBULL, MALCOLM, LAMAR