Throughout the day, Jacob acted as though it was an ordinary day. He moved his unmatching furniture around to feel comfortable in the small space of his apartment, scattered papers around on the floor to get at least a LITTLE bit of work done, and then stopped to take his pup on a walk. In the previous week, he called his mother to tell her the news.
He was pleased to hear her excitement; she promised not to discuss it to his father.
And here he was, end of the day, leaning against the hood of his silvery white Dodge Charger. Jake stared at the door as he held a summer poppy in between his fingers and the casing of a vinyl record beneath his arm. He nodded to himself as hands hit 7:00. He nodded and walked to the door, slowly reaching out and knocking.