Bigfoot not say anything election except
BIGFOOT: Good morning. Barack Obama won
BUBS: He’s still the president?
BIGFOOT: Yup, and he’ll keep being president for four more years
BUBS: I think that’s when I’ll be eligible for a T-Slim
BIGFOOT: You’ll be able to get a new pump when you’re twelve but there won’t be a new president until you’re thirteen
BUBS: Wait. I was only eight when I got this pump?
Meanwhile, independence happen. Small piece woods near home. Short jaunt on foot/bike. Something change. Precipitated Jack first phone. Now Jack, Bubs short bike rides alone. Juice box, phone Jack’s pocket. Bubs not interested phone, indifferent carry juice. Bigfoot squirrel away Skittles packs Bubs’s pockets/pretty sure Bubs not remember/think eat Skittles time of need. Jack so conscientious. Bigfoot trust.
But. Feels loose, careless. Time teach Jack glucagon pen? Maybe sight giant needle, feeling of needle puncture practice lemon ruin Jack willing bike ride w brother sans chaperone. Or maybe normal family train capable sibling glucagon w/o question. Maybe ridiculous not train Jack yet. Or maybe eleven too young learn skills for save brother life. Very mature, responsible; also very squeamish, cautious.
And this woods. This woods Bigfoot always consider for other children, only walk through w. dog. This woods other boys dig pits/mounds for bicycle thrill. Sometimes leave shovel lean against tree mark territory. Not usually see boys (nocturnal), but when catch rare glimpse, look BIG. Old. Maybe 14. Big guys, small bikes, fat tires. Thrilling terrain, thrilling back-story, whole thing feel illicit.
Snap! Cold weather, bubble issue reemerge. Think this because Bigfoot home “room temperature” not warm enough–BRR!–maybe build cubby w. independent heating system for store current-in-use bottle insulin? Need some kind of reverse Frio, stable 72 degrees.