The boy with the "job" of taking care

   of his grandmother was holed up in the boys' found RV. 

  Bigfoot stealthily crossed the creek and didn't knock when he entered.  "Gimme those," the Unicorn said of the binoculars. 

  "Another part?" 

  "Expecting one?" 

  "Well, the transmission's not going to fix itself." 

  Bigfoot turned out his pockets and random screws fell out onto the countertop.  One long one rolled in front of the chair where a stack of hats were piled beside the boy.  "Pick that up. will ya?"

  "Can't get up." 

  "Your back still out dude?" 

  "Yep." 

  "I'm gonna find a can or something." 

  "Might be a flower p, sssssshh

  "What?" 

  "Come over here." 

  "Duck down." 

  "Am I gonna get butt fucked?" 

  "Noooo.  My God.  This is all the same as when you grew up." 

  "Long time ago.  Moving away

  "Tell me that's not my imagination." 

  "About moving away and then back?" 

  "Noooooo, those."  He pointed out the window at a pair of girls. 

  "Whoose are those?" 

  "Haven't seen any fellow males." 

  "Does your mother know?" 

  "That I'm girl watching?" 

  "Nooooo, who the girls are." 

  "Those are different." 

  "Than?" 

  "Than yesterday." 

  "Different girls?" 

  "Different than yesterday.  Reach the binoculars." 

  Bigfoot did and the boys took turns alooking.  There was a comfortable silence between the old friends until Bigfoot sucked in his oooooooph. 

  "What?" 

  "There's someone else with binoculars!" 

  "Put 'em down.  Put them, under here!"  The boy parted the stack of hats.