Charle ignored everyone and walked slowly down to a canopy tree where he could get some rest.
After, what seems like umpteen. Charles gathered his books, "and got his other belongings before leaving for the car, where Kingston was already waiting for him.
They drove home silently while listening to country music playing on the car radio.
At-home (Arville Str. Las Vegas)
It was almost dinner time. The two bachelors, Kingston and Charles were busy going through a painting gallery. There are fifteen drawings in total, each had bookplates. Some have already worn out.
Kingston stretches each carbon paper examining the drawings carefully, in a prevailing others.
Kingston: How was cross country? Kingston asks Charles, stealing a glance at him.
mmh hmm... Charles spoke up, trying to find the right word for an answer. awesome. he finished.
Kingston: Cross country, awesome you said. huh... Kingston asked jokingly.
"whatever.
Kingston pauses and picks up a gallery from the case before leaving to get rid of them.
Charles: Is it what all these is about? Charles asks unfolding a carbon paper that has a black and white background.
"Mom's last painting, huh?
Kingston: mmh. Kingston confirms, is right.
Charles: you want to get rid of it... Charles Started. Tell me, Dad, is all this to get off your past reminiscent of mom? Charles requested, in a hushed tone.
Kingston turns towards Charles who seems agitated all of a sudden.
Is not that I don't want to be reminded of her. Kingston answered Charles.
"I Just want to have some control over it. Kingston stated further.
Charles nodded in understanding, before walking up to Kingston who was busy checking through his tools box.
Kingston took his car key from the box, before closing it from the outside.
Kingston: I want you to have the car. Kingston stated startling Charles.
mmh.. what do you mean?. Charles requests in amusement, taking Kingston's grammar for delight.
Kingston: At your age. I want you to have your own set of wheels. Kingston cleared his doubt. Handing Charles the set of keys were smiling inquisitively at him.
Charles: huh?... How're you gonna get around?
Kingston: There. Kingston answered, pointing toward a direction.
Charles followed his line of sight. Looking up, a sports bicycle was parked neatly at the side of the garage.
Kingston: Maybe the former tenant just left it behind, I guess. Kingston stated, clearing his suspicion.
Charles: no way!... Charles started. You know Dad, I've never seen you ride a bike my entire life. Charles giggles in a low, before adjusting to a serious, I don't think I agree, "expression.
Kingston: well. I assure you am perfectly capable of it. Kingston confirms Charles. Before leaving for the waste bin.
The next day, Charles woke up earlier than usual. He made coffee for himself and Kingston. followed by making a quick omelet before going to freshen up. They had their breakfasts together before leaving for the garage.
Kingston was chuffed to bits, as he took his two wheels heading towards the exit.
Kingston: catch you there. Kingston waved at Charles before riding into the street.
Charles waved back with a smile but didn't leave immediately.