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Chapter 3.
Billy gathered his courage and crept to the corner of the house to peer in. Much to his surprise, the garage was pristine. Peg board lined the walls and every square inch was taken up with tools, gadgets and parts. There was a work bench installed in the back that looked cleaner than his kitchen table. Shop lights were hung over the bench and there was even a fan installed in the corner at the ceiling. And there was that boat. The boat was the only thing cluttered in the whole garage and was filled to the brim with odds and ends and all kinds of fishing tackle and boxes. It seemed out of place in a garage this well kept and clean. He hadn’t even noticed how far he’d stepped from the corner to get a better look until the old man said in a voice loud enough to make Billy jump, “Hello there son”. From the initial startle, Billy’s first reaction was to run and run fast, but just as his weight settled on the balls of his feet for that first leap, he caught himself and was able to reply in a voice strong enough to surprise even himself, “Hi Mr., my name is William Brannon. I live next door. “Well Hello there Billy, my name is Will too, well, actually William. William Baker, but you can call me Mr. Will if you like”. The old man’s reply was surprisingly friendly, but even still, he seemed distracted and not all that interested in meeting Billy. “My name is William, Mr. Will, why’d you call me Billy?”. Well, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it, it’s just something I remember from back when I was a boy. People used to call me Billy, so I thought they probably called you the same”. “Oh, I see. I kind of like it really. Yes sir, call me Billy if you like”. “Ok then, I will.”.
William Brannon just really didn’t have time for this Billy from next door. He still had things to do in the house for Ann and had only snuck out for a little break and to double check to see if anything else needed doing in the garage, but still he was intrigued by the little mop headed boy from next door and lingered a little longer than he should have just getting to know the boy a little. And besides, it had been a while since he’d run across a kid that said ‘sir’ when he was supposed to and couldn’t remember when the last time a child that wasn’t related to him said “Thank You”.
Just about the time that William was trying to figure out a way to send this young Billy packing so he could get back to Ann’s list was just about the same time they both heard the door open and Ann stepped in the doorway.
Wannabe...
