Page 38 of Mail Order Splash

“Two, or even three sounds fine, Dalton.”

“Don’t forget your trident,” Josh teased on their way out the door.

“What did I just agree to? This is all your fault, Josh.” I swiped at his shoulder. “Let’s get to work on the apartments. I have to move in here next week.”

“I have two gallons of paint at the rental. Was gonna toss it, but we could use it to refresh your space. It might be enough for both.”

“What color?”

“I believe it’s a light to medium gray, or was it blue? Hmm.” He tilted his head, thinking. “No, it’s grey. Yeah, grey.”

“Should we go get it now? I could use your help bringing a few boxes from the place to here.”

“Why not? I need a coffee. Tonight should be interesting. I wanna make sure I’m good and awake for this.”

“You ambushed me today with all of this. I will get you back.”

“You will thank me. I have saved all of us by pushing you out of your comfort zone.”

“Yeah, yeah, we shall see. Grab the keys, we need to get back before him.”

“I wonder what he will bring for dinner. Should we bring a table out of the back room, maybe some chairs?”

“No, we camp out as always. Little rich boy will have to slum it.”

“That’s not fair. He hasn’t acted entitled around us.”

“Can you let me be disagreeable for a second?” I grumbled.

“What for?” He faced me with arms crossed. “Are you finished?”

“I’m done.” I huffed.

I’ll have to remember to thank him later. He always has my best interest at heart.

“What pj’s are you gonna wear tonight?”

“Ugh, now I have to change what I wear for our camp-outs. You see, things are changing already.”

“It was a joke, Kleine, you always wear a sweatsuit. Wouldn’t it be the same?”

“I can’t handle you tonight.” We pulled away from the seaquarium.

An hour later with a car full of boxes, we arrived back at the seaquarium. Dr. Garcia was in the water with Netty playing ball.

“I think you wait for us to leave so you can come play.”

“Nah, I watch on the hidden cameras, then come over.”

“Nice try. I know every inch of this place. A camera would have to be in a crevice.”

“You usually leave at this hour. I got lucky. She is doing so well. We’re ready to introduce her back to the pod.”

“I know. I figured late tonight or in the early morning when there’s less boat traffic.”

“Agreed. Maybe I’ll stick around for it. What’s for dinner?”

“We don’t know, it’s being delivered,” Josh answered. “There is also a guest staying over with us for the pod visit.”

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