With all three of us quickly taking the bed apart, we had finished much earlier than expected. Toby’s dissatisfaction clearly showed on his face. The bed was so small; it didn’t even need to be tied to the roof of the car. We set everything in the back and said our good byes to Jim.
“So…” Toby started up again.
“No more parties at your house?” He continued, with an obvious intent for joking.
“I’m afraid not bro. She’s only like 4 years old. Not the best place for wild raves that can last will 3 in the morning.” I said, laughing. We both had a good laugh while I rode up my driveway, to park my car once again.