(For Ms Jesse)

Read Part One and Part Two here.

The Reaper’s brow furled slightly a couple of times, then it engaged in a full-caliber ‘knit’ solution, as he painfully processed a precocious plan of mine. “Aw, dang-nabbit; and I was doing so well…” I lamented.

“Don’t stick a fork in that plan just yet, Geo… it’s still a little raw on the inside.” Buck admonished. I gave my shitty-look response to nobody standing outside my driver’s side window, so Buck couldn’t see it. His problem is he’s always right! Or… actually my problem is he’s always right, I compromised.