It is not the fault of the kids that those bums are bums. In their hurry to leave the property, they left behind three kid’s bikes. For the sake of the kids, I piled those bikes in my truck and hauled them over to where Darryl and Darrel said they moved.
When I drove up, a guy in a black SUV got out and looked at me inquisitively. I explained I was there to see “Jesse”. “No Jesse lives here”, he gruffly replied. I told him that I was just here to bring the children’s bikes. He asked me to wait to see if Jesse lived there. After coming out, he explained that Jesse was not there but that I could leave the bikes. He helped me get them out of the truck and I left.