Page 6 of Paroled on Love


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"Mostly, yeah." He studied her a minute.

"But not all?" She looked at him.

"No, not all. There was couple, this one guy he never would open up and just be himself. Tried to act like a tough guy. I don't know why. I wasn't fighting him or anything. He just couldn't believe we were for real. I guess he came from a real tough situation." Jeremiah sighed. "Then there was a girl, she sure had a chip on her shoulder. She went to juvenile when she left here. Some refuse to get along and do what is required."

The family dogs ambled up to Jeremiah and he pet him. "Hello Hobo. What have you been up to. You stink, you need a bath. Want to come along and watch me bath him." He asked.

"Sure, why not." She nodded.

She followed them toward the barn, and he got out a big metal tub and filled it with water from the hose that was connected to a faucet in the ground.

Jeremiah took some big bar of soap and began wetting the dog down and soaping him up. The dog shook and made a mess, but Jeremiah didn't get angry, he just laughed and kept on washing the dog.

When he rinsed him the dog shook the water off and he let him out of the tub. Jeremiah watched him run off, shaking the water from his body.

"You call him Hobo?" She asked.

"Yeah, he just wandered into our yard one day about five years ago and we decided to name him Hobo. He's a good dog, but we sort of spoiled him."

"I never had a pet."

"You're kidding." His eyes rounded on her now, staring. "Why not? Didn't you like animals."

"Actually, I always wanted a puppy. But my mother wouldn't trust me to take care of it. They didn't like animals."

"We make pets out of a lot of our animals."

She chuckled. "Your brothers, are they married?"

"No, they are both engaged though. Cal will marry before Christmas, and Will won't marry until next summer."

"Are they much older than you?"

"Cal's twenty-five, and Will is Twenty-Three."

"And you?"

"I'm twenty." He explained.

"You have a girl?"

"No not yet."

"Sounds like you are looking though." She smiled.

"I always look, but I guess I'm looking for someth

ing special. Kids today are spoiled a lot. Kind of a turn off for me. I don't know, just haven't found anyone who fits."

"Your father says you are popular with the girls." She kidded him.

"I usually end up being their buddy, not their boyfriend."

She nodded.

"How about you? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Not really, I mean, he's the one that got me in trouble. He stole a car. I was with him when he did it. He wasn't my boyfriend, but I lived in the same house with him. He was sort of doing me a favor. When my parents kicked me out, I stayed in his extra bedroom. We hung out together. Bad choice, I guess. But I was grateful for the room. I'd have called Jack the Ripper my boyfriend if he'd give me shelter."

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