Tennyson awoke with a jerk, falling off the bed and hitting the RV
floor with a loud thud. He groaned and rubbed his head where hed
landed, looking up to see his cousin standing over him. Sleep
much? She cajoled with a grin.
frowned as he rose, Im not in the mood for it Gwen, gimme a
break, alright? He walked past her and sat at the small table,
every movement made stiffly and with discomfort. Wow, Kevin really
handed it to me back there. Howd you guys handle him?
didnt. Gwen sat across from her cousin, setting a PB&J
sandwich before him. We didnt, I thought you did. She nodded
toward the outside of the Rustbucket, At least, thats what he
Ben followed her gaze, spotting the red-haired stranger sitting
outside of the RV, across from Grandpa Max. Wait . . . I remember
that guy. Ben pounded his fist into his free hand, I saved him
from getting splattered by a bus that Kevin threw at me.