School Bus Daddy
School Bus DaddyThe white 2008 Chevrolet Express cargo van up to small one-story house at the end of the lane. The owner got out and spotted a c***d playing in the front yard. ?Hi, little girl,? he said to the k** with a peaches-and-cream complexion, large hazel eyes, and sandy brown ringlets. He collected a toolbox from the back of the van. Then, he walked up the steps of the porch. The front door was open, but the screen door was closed. ?Mss Doris! It?s me, Clyde!?He heard her call out for him to enter.?Hey, Clyde,? the 74 year-old woman smiled about to stand from the recliner.?No, ma?am! Don?t get up. How you doin????I?m fair! Just that blessed toilet is actin? up.??Well, I?ll get it fixed for you. Who?s the little girl outside???That ain?t no girl,? she bellowed. ?That?s my great grandson, Lennox.??My bad.??Don?t pay it no mind.??Is he visiting???Naw. I just got custody of him. His momma and daddy in prison. And my daughter flighty.??I understand. It?s good of you to keep him out the system.??I just pray and go on.??We all do. Let me get to work.?Clyde Grier examined the toilet and imagined he knew the culprit. He headed outside to retrieve an auger. He went back inside and powered up the device. Soon, he had retrieved an action figure. He set it aside to wash it off momentarily. He flushed the commode to make sure it was in full working order. He cleaned up the bathroom and the toy. He grabbed his tools and took them out to the van. ?I?ll be right back,? he said.Clyde came back in the house and held up the toy. ?Ever seen this before,? he laughed.?Oh, lawd! Lennox, get in here,? she yelled.The k** bounded out from the kitchen where he had been eating a PB
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