Installment 7

Him

He watched her pull into the garage.  He watched as the lights came on in the house and imagined the dogs running to meet her.  The idiot that was tending the place had locked them in their crates.  He knew that was not right.  When the overgrown boy had left he had gone into the house and let them out.  They had not even barked at him.  Was it because they liked him?  Or because he had let them out of their crates?  Or because he had given them a treat from the little jar on the shelf?  He had parked his jeep behind the chicken house.  Then realizing that the light in the chicken house shone on his fender he had turned it off.  The switch was located sensibly right inside the door with easy access.

Then he settled back in the seat to wait for her to come home.  Just to be sure she was safe.  He could have stayed at the airport and followed her, but this way was better.  This way she was coming home to him.

He watched her in the moonlight on the veranda.  He wondered what she was thinking.  Panic seized him as he realized she would know the light was not on in the chicken house.  What if she came to see what the problem was?  What if she found him there?  He was not ready for that.  When she turned to go into the house he thought it best to leave. He quickly turned the light back on and drove out of the drive in the dark.  As he reached the road he saw her returning to the veranda.
 
That was a very close call.  He must be careful from now on and not take any more chances.  He pulled the light switch on and the light flooded the road ahead of him.  He gave the Jeep more gas and began to hum a tune under his breathe.  A Garth Brooks tune.  The one about the lonely woman and the summer and the hot kid that got lucky with the older chick.  Then he laughed out loud.