Page 14 of Scythe's Salvation
It’s not long before Chance and Scythe are huddled together like two little old ladies, talking strategy so they can catch the most fish. Oh, and apparently, Scythe is now joining us for this fish fry at Chance’s invitation. I pull out my phone and decide to forewarn Amara. I know Memaw won’t really mind, she alwayssays there’s plenty of room at her table, but it’s the polite thing to do.
Me: Hey, just to let you know, Chance invited someone to come with us to the fish fry tonight.
Amara: Let me guess, it’s some kindergarten hussy I’ll have to put in her place, make her cry, and ruin his chances for everlasting love.
Me: You nitwit! No, the biker I told you about is coming.
Amara: Really? Do tell…I want all the details, my friend!
Me: Nothing to tell. We were fishing and he showed up. Apparently, he’s familiar with this spot and now he and Chance are thicker than thieves as they plot domination over the fish.
Amara: And what are you doing?
Me: Watching, of course. The man is sin covered in tattoos and right now, I’m trying to figure out how far they go.
Amara: Hmm, maybe you could check him out when you have him on your massage table next?
Me: You want me to lose my license and end up living in a cardboard box under the bridge?
Amara: Quit being so dramatic, you know we’ll let you live in the attic.
Me: So generous.
Amara: Of course, anything for my bestie! Can you snap a pic of the two of them?
Me: Yeah, I’ll get one for you.
It takes some time, but I’m finally able to take an adorable picture of the two of them. Their backs are to me, asses on a rock, rods in the water, and Chance is looking up toward Scythe, while Scythe is looking down at Chance. If a person didn’t know better, they’d think they were father and son.
Amara: Be still my heart. That’s absolutely precious and a framer for sure!
Me: Right? You know what I thought of?
Amara: What?
Me: What if Tim is married and has a family now? Chance would have siblings, Am!
Amara: Want me to dig around and see what I can find out?
I sigh because I know she’ll do it whether or not I say yes, so I might as well tell her to go ahead. At least then, she’ll hopefully be subtle.
Me: Go ahead but be discreet!
Amara: I’m always discreet.
Me: Um, remember when…
Amara: We don’t talk about that incident, remember????? Go fish.
Me: Got any threes?
Amara: Bitch. We’ll see y’all in a few hours. I’m out. Gonna take a nap.
CHAPTER
NINE
Scythe
