Northstar Vale Cute without the E.

The boy looked between his mom and the rock in the middle of the water. It was pretty much exactly what she described an island as being. Jack didn’t quite understand why this wouldn’t count. He might have asked but she went on to talk about her hold home and the shit she did. The boy kept looking to the rock island. There seemed to be a recurring theme to the stories his mom told.

Why do you leave your homes a lot? You don’t like em? Why’d you have so many?

Jack squinted at his mom and shuffled.

Already she’d pulled them out of stinky Mereo and stuffed them in this new place. Jack liked the new place. He didn’t want to think about moving again. The young boy wasn’t eager to shift his life around like that. Maybe his mom liked doing this that way, but he wanted to get settled. He wanted friends.