We pulled up to the house.  "It's fifth generation," he smiled though there was a flicker of not sure if I'm proud or sad 'bout that.  It looked to be in need of some paint and there were things poking out of patches of tall, tall grass.  "It's home, right?!" 

     "Zactly."  He tried to open the car door as he assured, "Be right back."  He pushed but it wouldn't open.  A large kid outside let him try four or five times before he popped up and mouthed, "She's pissed." And he pointed at him.  He crossed his arms then undid them and tried to push the door open again. 

     A lady coming from the house had him telling me Back up, back up, back up.  The large kid moved behind the car as the lady opened the door.  She bent down and stuck her face in the car and smelled the air.  "White.  And smokes cigarettes.  Trashy."  My mouth opened in shock at the so deemed.  "Maw!" 

     "We're NOT," the words flew out.  He got out and she smacked him in the face.  He put his arms sort of around her in a hug and moved her out of the way.  "I've come for a can of corn," he announced.

     "You sneaking around." She crossed her arms and said.  He went inside and we all stayed frozen in place.  He came back out.  "Now we'll catch sumpin'," he declared as he got back in with the can of corn.  "Just go," he said.  I looked in the rear view at the kid with his butt up against the hatchback.  He put the corn on the floor and reached over and honked the horn.  Kid moved.  He waved at the two of them as I slowly backed up.

     On the creek after baiting with the corn and sinking lines he said, "I am sneaking around 'bout something." I blushed.  He smiled.  "I joined the National Guard."  

     "Oh!" I reeled in and recast.  "That's a secret?"