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"YOU BOYS GET THESE GROCERIES OVER TO FIGURE EIGHT." Heyward told JJ and Pope as they loaded bags onto a boat. Bree was sitting in the driver's seat with her feet propped up on the side of the vehicle. She had decided to tag along with their deliveries since she had nothing better to do. "Get straight back here when you're done. No fishin'. I promised delivery by this afternoon."
Pope grabbed the bags from his dad, and he turned around to grab some more. JJ had his arms outstretched, ready to take them off his hands. "Rich folks don't wanna wait for you lazy sons of...Oh, JJ, thank you...sons of bitches."
Pope nodded. "Right."
"And who is this fine young lady?" questioned Heyward, looking at the brunette girl like he had just noticed her. She looked familiar to him, but he definitely hadn't seen her with his son and his friends before.
JJ pulled her to him and threw an arm around her, squeezing her shoulder with a smile. "This is Bree Callaway, our resident Kook friend."
"Oh, excuse me for my profanity earlier," he apologized politely before asking, "May I ask why you hang out with these idiots?"
"I've been asking myself that a lot recently, Mr. Heyward," she responded, and JJ shot her a playfully offended look.
Heyward laughed before looking to his son. "I like her."
"Doesn't even look like the storm hit there," Pope pointed out once they were on their way. He was looking at the perfectly in tact houses on Figure Eight. He looked to Bree, "Do you guys have magic or something?"
"No, that's because they got generators, bro. Get used to it. And then they say the juice will be out all summer at the cut," JJ answered for her.
Bree shot him a glare before nodding at Pope. "Yes, we have the highest rate of evil witches and wizards of the entire country. It's crazy."
"It's nice to be a Kook," the Heyward boy sighed. The brunette girl wanted to say that he wasn't all it was cracked up to be, but she kept her mouth shut.
JJ nodded. "Lucky bastards."
Bree had decided to go with Pope for his deliveries since he had more bags to carry, and she could help out. They made small talk for a bit until she caught sight of a pretty flower and paused. He walked ahead as she tried to pick it with her arms full of bags.
