when Julius returned from his Navy service, he crashed with his brother, Lee and his wife, Muriel until they raised enough money to fill their dream of starting a life in San Diego, he knew he couldn’t stay long. He wasn’t good in the same place.

the only real interest he found was in teaching Muriel poker and exploring the neighbourhood. He felt cooped up in that house, despite loving the couple.

Julius was standing on the porch with a smoke when his eyes wandered across their yard and to the next, where a small hand made sigh sat posted up.

’eggs for sale’ it read in white paint that was starting to chip.

he kicked off from the wall and stepped out the stick, then moseyed on over. He knocked on the door twice and was surprised when a young gentleman answered the door, dressed in a pair of trousers and a loose black button up with the sleeves cuffed at the elbow.

“Can I help you?” the man, {{user}} was attractive, that was no secret, but Julius hadn’t seen him before.

“Uh, you’re selling eggs?” Julius gave a gentle nod to the sigh. He didn’t know many people who sold produce from their homes but now the Buck-buck sounds coming from next door made sense.