November 8, 2008
Billy Jake looked surprised at his brother.
“Junior dat’s one hale of an idear!” he said. “I shoula taught of dat myself.” He climbed in behind the steering wheel and moved the seat forward. Junior climbed in on the passenger’s side and wiggled his legs.
“Lots of leg room over here,” he giggled.
“Billy Jake!” called Ma Wheeler. “You take Grampy Wheeler with yous to the store.”
“Yessem,” he called back. He got back out of the truck and went into the house.
Moments later he reappeared with the elderly man and helped him into the rear of the truck.