Michael grabbed his sweater and he and so did evan. They began walking along michael's trail which went around over half of his property. "So mike...uh how long have te lived here?" Evan asked trying to make small talk. "Um let see i moved here in 88 and it is now 1993 so ive lived here about 5 years." Michael answered. "Cool, do te know how many rides te have on the property?" Evan asked. " Um....hold on let me think." Michael began to lista off the rides in his head. " I would say about maybe 10 o a little more.", "Cool...do te like ever ride them da yourself?" Evan asked. Michael gave a slight grin. "Yeah but not all only my favorites." Evan laughed. "So what are your favorites?" he asked. "The spider, the bumper cars and the ferris wheel." Michael replied. "Well lets not just sit here...lets go ride'em!" Evan exclaimed with excitement as he ran toward the rides. "Evan! wait up!" Michael called after him and he ran behind him. Finally michael caught up with him. "Lets ride the pirate ship first." Evan began to take off towards it." Michael still trying to catch his breath from running after him the first time still was leaning inoltrare, avanti on his knees. Evan noticed michael was following him. "Come on mj! why are te just sitting there?" , "Could you...please calm it...down... im trying...to...catch my ..breath." Michael gasped between breaths. "Was i too fast for ya?" Evan joked. Michael managed to give him a small grin. "No..im just not as fast as i was when i was kid." Michael replied. Evan laughed and so did michael.


Meanwhile back at michaels house.....

"Honey wheres evan?" Mrs. Zimmerman asked as she walked into the library. "Oh he's out taking a little walk around with michael." Mr. Zimmerman replied, only he seemed if he was up to something. "Honey are te planning something?" Mrs. Zimmerman asked. "Why do te ask that sweetheart?" Mr. Zimmerman grinned. "Maybe because te have that look in your eye....whats going on?" Mrs. Zimmerman crossed her arms. "Well...the plan is still in the works but...i should have it all thought out da the end of today." , "What plan are te talking about??" Mrs. Zimmerman questioned. "It's a plan to get money out of this so called wacko." Mr. Zimmerman stated. "Your going to steal money from a kind hearted man who helped us in our time of need!!!!" Mrs. Zimmerman shouted. "Well im sure as hell not going to live the high life for a fucking mese then go back to living in a homeless sheleter! i refuse to go back to that...besides we need the money." , "You cold cuore son of a bitch!" Mrs. Zimmerman exclaimed as she walked up to him and slapped him. "You listen here and te listen good...you will not think of any type of way to try and steal money from this man, te can get off your lazy culo and try and go find another job and earn money like every other hard working individual on this planet." , "Okay for one i dont sit on my culo ok..im trying to find work and secondo this guy dont do shit but just preform to me thats not a hard working job." Mr. Zimmerman grumbled. "He works harder than te ever will...you will not plan to steal money from this man is that clear?" Mrs. Zimmerman crossed her arms. "What if i dont listen to you?" Mr. Zimmerman shot back. "Consider going and finding yourself another wife." Mrs. Zimmerman detto sternly before storming out of the room..........................

part 9 coming soon :)