Without a word of affirmation, Jessica looked straight at him, goggle eyed, as if she didn’t believe he had just said those words. Caleb wanted to explain to the girl how in agreement to letting her in on the family secrets, he was also agreeing not to give up on her, or let her quit. He figured, at her young age, she would not quite get it, so he refrained. Jessica had already gobbled down the rest of her breakfast and washed it into her belly with the last of the orange juice in her glass by the time the last remnant of that thought had evaporated from his mind.
“Well, let’s get on with it then,” he said, standing up from the table and grabbing his hat off the hook on the wall. Unlike himself, he chose to leave the dirty plates and cookware as they were and darted towards the back door. “Race you to the garage! Last one there’s a rotten egg!”
“Oh, no you don’t,” Jessica thought to herself, whilst spinning about momentarily, like a top, and then darting out the door just after her father.
Although Caleb had stopped running soon after he alighted from the porch, Jessica blazed right past him and was already pulling up the door to the garage when he got there. As the property was quite large and the area where the bees were kept was clear on the other side, Caleb would generally ride his bicycle to get there.
To be continued…