Ignoring him, I opened the door of the shed, flipped on the light, and walked inside.
“Wait! Do you love her? How did this happen and I missed all of it? I always miss the good stuff.” Jimmy whined.
He suffered from YSS (youngest sibling syndrome). That’s why he’d fought sleep so much, he was always worried that he was going to miss out on something.
“Soooo,” Jimmy sing-songed as he leaned against the door frame. “When do I get to meet her?”
And people wondered why I wanted my privacy.
“What’s her deal? She has a kid, right? Is there a dad in the picture? Why hasn’t she ever shown up before? I didn’t even know that Old Man Thompson had a granddaughter, much less a great-granddaughter. He’s been gone five years. So why move to Firefly now? She obviously didn’t come here for a job.”
I tuned Jimmy out as he continued running his mouth. After I collected everything I’d need I walked out, shut and locked the door. When I turned back, he was standing in front of me.
I stared at him and when he didn’t move I asked, “Ya bout done?”
“One more question.” He grinned. “Do you have anything to eat?”
Damn. I should have ordered three pizzas.