Jeb had planned to do a lot of things with his son at the Fall Festival (or, as he liked to call it, the Autumn Festival), but the kid’s mom had claimed that she wanted to take him last minute. This breakup seemed a lot more severe, and right now he didn’t even want to be in the general vicinity of his ex, never mind argue with her over whether Teddy should be with him or not.
He sat on a bench somewhere in the campgrounds, smoking a cigarette, scowling at nothing in particular. He’d attempted to at least slow down on the cigarettes in recent weeks, but that’d failed pretty miserably. Jeb had came with his brother instead of his son, and he was already beginning to get annoyed with him, so he’d left him to get some alone time. “I don’t know why they bother with this,” he said absentmindedly, not meaning to say it out loud, “Muddy Waters is scary enough.”
