Recap
"Yes, your mother isn't here, and mine won't be either for a long. However, I'll be using the guest room.
You should sleep with me on my bed because..." I promise not to be overly friendly. Respect for scouts! His right hand is on his chest while he speaks.
To paraphrase, "You were never a scout Christian." After my observation, he hurls a pillow in his direction.
"I was!!" His response is rather juvenile.
"When?"
"In Grade Four!" He responds with a boastful air about his accomplishments.
They only kept you for a year because they got sick of you that quickly. I say, and his bewildered expression persists.
"I thought it was supposed to be for a year." When he inquires, I make fun of him.
"No!" With a chuckle, I say
The question, "How long is it supposed to be?" He probes
