Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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Sneaker 11
RECONDO
Dear Ms Pac, it sounds as though you have a real plate full right now. I would consider it a privilege to intercede for you with our loving LORD. Please know that you are loved and appreciated here and we look forward to the day when this trial is behind you and your Mister.
In Christ's bonds,
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In Christ's bonds,
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accountant
Contributing Member
Ms. Pac,
You always have my prayers.
A.
You always have my prayers.
A.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#776
The repo man called Dal, knowing the state man was on day duty. Dal had a short list of accidents, so he referred Kirby to Skeeter; as Dal was sure Skeeter wasn't asleep yet.
"Hey Skeeter, sorry to be interrupting ya man, but I think there's a problem with Tyson's truck. Ole Freddy at the bank had me pick it up, he wants it stored inside the body shop in the fenced area." Kirby dropped his voice to a low whisper. "It looks to me like ole Tyson has been impersonating an officer. You should see what he's got stashed in the cab."
"Go ahead and pull it in. I gotta have breakfast and a shower and then I'll be over. Thanks for the tip, Kirby." Skeeter hung up with a very self satisfied smile. He wouldn't mind missing a little sleep, if he could bring down that no good Tyson.
Don drove down into town, the hospital was easy to find, the five story building was only shorter in stature than the courthouse. People were driving carefully slow and walking even more cautiously. The heavy wet snow was snarling the day's routiene.
Don stopped at the desk and asked about Hap's room number. He got eye flutters and a syrupy voice telling him which room. "Hap's still here, MR and Grandma are up there with him. Tell them DeeDee says hey." That was the sneakiest way the young woman could figure out to let the handsome stranger know her name. He certainly hadn't spared her name tag a glance.
Hap's room door was partially closed, so Don knocked softly. Mercy Rose came to the door. Her face brightened into a lovely, welcoming smile. It was enough to take the chill off Don, all the way down to his toes.
"Hi." she said softly. "It's good to see you, is everything Ok at home?" Worry about how Tyson might retaliate was never far from her mind.
"Hi to yourself. I have good news and good news. How is Hap doing? I could really cheer him up with what I've got to say." Don's deep voice washed over MR and she smiled more.
The repo man called Dal, knowing the state man was on day duty. Dal had a short list of accidents, so he referred Kirby to Skeeter; as Dal was sure Skeeter wasn't asleep yet.
"Hey Skeeter, sorry to be interrupting ya man, but I think there's a problem with Tyson's truck. Ole Freddy at the bank had me pick it up, he wants it stored inside the body shop in the fenced area." Kirby dropped his voice to a low whisper. "It looks to me like ole Tyson has been impersonating an officer. You should see what he's got stashed in the cab."
"Go ahead and pull it in. I gotta have breakfast and a shower and then I'll be over. Thanks for the tip, Kirby." Skeeter hung up with a very self satisfied smile. He wouldn't mind missing a little sleep, if he could bring down that no good Tyson.
Don drove down into town, the hospital was easy to find, the five story building was only shorter in stature than the courthouse. People were driving carefully slow and walking even more cautiously. The heavy wet snow was snarling the day's routiene.
Don stopped at the desk and asked about Hap's room number. He got eye flutters and a syrupy voice telling him which room. "Hap's still here, MR and Grandma are up there with him. Tell them DeeDee says hey." That was the sneakiest way the young woman could figure out to let the handsome stranger know her name. He certainly hadn't spared her name tag a glance.
Hap's room door was partially closed, so Don knocked softly. Mercy Rose came to the door. Her face brightened into a lovely, welcoming smile. It was enough to take the chill off Don, all the way down to his toes.
"Hi." she said softly. "It's good to see you, is everything Ok at home?" Worry about how Tyson might retaliate was never far from her mind.
"Hi to yourself. I have good news and good news. How is Hap doing? I could really cheer him up with what I've got to say." Don's deep voice washed over MR and she smiled more.
beaglemama
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Glad you're feeling well enough to post this, Pac. Thank you for the new chapter.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
A very big thanks you Pac.
223shootersc
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Thanks as always, Pac! Good stuff!
PacNorWest
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#777
"Did you call Granddad Hap? His name is Bub." MR reminded Don.
"My mistake, Hap is a name from long ago and far away." Don apologized. "Some times I forget where I am and sometimes who I am. There's a lot of water under my bridge MR. Something we need to talk about someday. But right now I need to tell you all the good news I have. Is Bub awake?"
"Yes, he's finding it very difficult to sleep, worry and then vital checks keep him irritated beyond belief.." MR said in a low voice, concern for her granddad all over her face.
":Well, I can definitely help with one of those problems." Don promised.
Bub's face showed alarm, when he spotted Don being in town with the motel possibly unguarded.
"I'm here to report both Clayton and Tyson are in jail. Clayton suffered an unfortunate accident and got his arm broke when he tangled with my Mother, He is enjoying a guest of the county for several days. Now Tyson suffered an alarming loss of his windshield in his pickup. I was target practicing and he rolled into my target right after I let a shot off.. Very unfortunate indeed."
Bub the old moonshiner, understood instantly, the veiled meaning behind Don's mocking reference. He smiled and relaxed, laying back more comfortably in the hard hospital bed. "So how did Tyson get in jail?" the old man probed.
"Skeeter called me right before he went to shower, Tyson was 3 payments behind on his truck, and the bank repo'd it. Tyson had some mighty questionable items in his pickup. Like blue lights and handcuffs and a little black book where he had written down all the 'fines' he had collected when impersonating an officer.. Skeeter was beside himself with joy, evidently there is/was bad blood between the two of them."
Bub nodded. "You've noticed that Skeeter isn't very tall, ole Tyson used to pick him up and hang him by his back belt loop on a coat hook. That went on until Skeeter brought a knife to school and stabbed Tyson in the belly one day. There wound up being a civil trial over that, and Tyson lost. He's been sore ever since. I think Skeeter became a state man, just to keep tabs on his tormenter. Ain't many tall and big men in these here parts of the mountains, the life takes a lot out of the women, they cain't grow big babies. So, Tyson used his size to bully a lot of kids. Old Fred down at the bank was another. It was no nevermind to Tyson that Freddie was the banker's son. He was mean to everone."
Don was listening, astonished that Bub had so much to say. He bet that Bub hadn't talked that much in two days, beforehand.
"Drove into target range, ain't that a real shame," the old man mumbled as his eyes closed, but the smile never left his lips.
Rosie made a 'shooing' motion with her hands and MR and Don left as quietly as they could.
"Did you call Granddad Hap? His name is Bub." MR reminded Don.
"My mistake, Hap is a name from long ago and far away." Don apologized. "Some times I forget where I am and sometimes who I am. There's a lot of water under my bridge MR. Something we need to talk about someday. But right now I need to tell you all the good news I have. Is Bub awake?"
"Yes, he's finding it very difficult to sleep, worry and then vital checks keep him irritated beyond belief.." MR said in a low voice, concern for her granddad all over her face.
":Well, I can definitely help with one of those problems." Don promised.
Bub's face showed alarm, when he spotted Don being in town with the motel possibly unguarded.
"I'm here to report both Clayton and Tyson are in jail. Clayton suffered an unfortunate accident and got his arm broke when he tangled with my Mother, He is enjoying a guest of the county for several days. Now Tyson suffered an alarming loss of his windshield in his pickup. I was target practicing and he rolled into my target right after I let a shot off.. Very unfortunate indeed."
Bub the old moonshiner, understood instantly, the veiled meaning behind Don's mocking reference. He smiled and relaxed, laying back more comfortably in the hard hospital bed. "So how did Tyson get in jail?" the old man probed.
"Skeeter called me right before he went to shower, Tyson was 3 payments behind on his truck, and the bank repo'd it. Tyson had some mighty questionable items in his pickup. Like blue lights and handcuffs and a little black book where he had written down all the 'fines' he had collected when impersonating an officer.. Skeeter was beside himself with joy, evidently there is/was bad blood between the two of them."
Bub nodded. "You've noticed that Skeeter isn't very tall, ole Tyson used to pick him up and hang him by his back belt loop on a coat hook. That went on until Skeeter brought a knife to school and stabbed Tyson in the belly one day. There wound up being a civil trial over that, and Tyson lost. He's been sore ever since. I think Skeeter became a state man, just to keep tabs on his tormenter. Ain't many tall and big men in these here parts of the mountains, the life takes a lot out of the women, they cain't grow big babies. So, Tyson used his size to bully a lot of kids. Old Fred down at the bank was another. It was no nevermind to Tyson that Freddie was the banker's son. He was mean to everone."
Don was listening, astonished that Bub had so much to say. He bet that Bub hadn't talked that much in two days, beforehand.
"Drove into target range, ain't that a real shame," the old man mumbled as his eyes closed, but the smile never left his lips.
Rosie made a 'shooing' motion with her hands and MR and Don left as quietly as they could.
feralferret
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Pac, thanks!
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac! Hope you are feeling better!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Wonderful, thank you.
Siskiyoumom
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Thank you!
PacNorWest
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#778
Since Bub was sleeping, Rosie slept in her chair; MR and Don stood in the hallway talking quietly. It was a quiet talk until Do's stomach rumbled, demanding a 3 pm. snack.
"Is there a cafeteria here? Come with me, I'm enjoying getting to know you better," he cajoled.
"Let me check on Gram and Granddad." MR peeked in the door and backed out silently. "They're both sleeping hard." she said to Don. "You were right, that was the best news for Gramps."
MarJean was behind the counter and sold Don three sandwiches, 4 bags of chips, 2 apples and a orange.
"What? No dessert?" she teased.
"No room on the tray," Don was matter of fact. "I'm gonna have to make a second run."
Mercy Rose shook her head in misbelief. "It must cost a fortune to keep you fed," as she daintily sipped a cup of tea.
"Ma says I'm a late bloomer, not getting my full growth until I get older. She says all her boys were this way. What's really funny, none of us boys are their natural children, we're all orphans they picked up during a long life. I'm the youngest and last one; but I have three brothers, one sister, all older."
"Do they all eat like you?" MR was fascinated by Don's story.
"Ya know, I'm not sure but I think so. Oldest bro has two kids and the boy is a good eater. Second bro has a teen boy that has a hollow let, and third bro just got married, so no kids yet. Sister has triplets and they have good appetites. Ma usually cooks gallons of food when we all get together, so I guess yeah, we eat."
They sat talking, not noticing the other people that moved in and out of the room. Finally, Don's stomach rumbled when he smelled the supper special cooking.
"Well, as long as I'm here, I might as well eat supper and then head back up the hill. I suppose it's still snowing, I haven't checked."
Hoggis walked in dusted with snow, so they both supposed it was still snowing. .Don ate supper and MR finally had a bowl of soup. Don carried a tray of food back up to Bub's room and visited a short while.
It was already turning dark, and he wanted to get back up the hill.
Since Bub was sleeping, Rosie slept in her chair; MR and Don stood in the hallway talking quietly. It was a quiet talk until Do's stomach rumbled, demanding a 3 pm. snack.
"Is there a cafeteria here? Come with me, I'm enjoying getting to know you better," he cajoled.
"Let me check on Gram and Granddad." MR peeked in the door and backed out silently. "They're both sleeping hard." she said to Don. "You were right, that was the best news for Gramps."
MarJean was behind the counter and sold Don three sandwiches, 4 bags of chips, 2 apples and a orange.
"What? No dessert?" she teased.
"No room on the tray," Don was matter of fact. "I'm gonna have to make a second run."
Mercy Rose shook her head in misbelief. "It must cost a fortune to keep you fed," as she daintily sipped a cup of tea.
"Ma says I'm a late bloomer, not getting my full growth until I get older. She says all her boys were this way. What's really funny, none of us boys are their natural children, we're all orphans they picked up during a long life. I'm the youngest and last one; but I have three brothers, one sister, all older."
"Do they all eat like you?" MR was fascinated by Don's story.
"Ya know, I'm not sure but I think so. Oldest bro has two kids and the boy is a good eater. Second bro has a teen boy that has a hollow let, and third bro just got married, so no kids yet. Sister has triplets and they have good appetites. Ma usually cooks gallons of food when we all get together, so I guess yeah, we eat."
They sat talking, not noticing the other people that moved in and out of the room. Finally, Don's stomach rumbled when he smelled the supper special cooking.
"Well, as long as I'm here, I might as well eat supper and then head back up the hill. I suppose it's still snowing, I haven't checked."
Hoggis walked in dusted with snow, so they both supposed it was still snowing. .Don ate supper and MR finally had a bowl of soup. Don carried a tray of food back up to Bub's room and visited a short while.
It was already turning dark, and he wanted to get back up the hill.
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
MarJean was behind the counter and sold Don three sandwiches, 4 bags of chips, 2 apples and a orange.
Now Don is a young man that definitely likes to eat. Even in my hay days, I could put in away, but not this amount normally.
Thanks Pac for the chapter.
May God continue to watch over you.
Texican....
Now Don is a young man that definitely likes to eat. Even in my hay days, I could put in away, but not this amount normally.
Thanks Pac for the chapter.
May God continue to watch over you.
Texican....
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Great I was looking forward to another chapter, thank you.
PacNorWest
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#779
MarJean joined Hoggis during her afternoon break. Hoggus was in the corner table playing on his phone. He bothered nobody and no one bothered him.
"I don't like that guy, I don't like the way he looks at Mercy Rose," Hoggis announced flatly.
"Why Hoggis, what way is that?" MarJean hadn't noticed anything out of line.
"That dude looks at her like.." Hoggis searched for a suitable word. "Like he's hungry. Not hungry hungry, but hungry like indecent hungry." he sputtered.
"Hoggis," MarJean said gently, "did you happen to notice how MR looked at him?"
Hoggis looked outraged. "MarJean, you shouldn't be sayin things like that; that ain't ladylike a'tall." he tried to hiss quietly.
"Hoggis, I've caught you lookin at me, that way. If you would pay attention to me, you'd see me lookin like that at you."
If Hoggis would have had teeth to drop, ... he would have. It was a good thing his pearly whites were firmly anchored, because his jaw dropped and then snapped shut. "MarJean, for shame ye be talkin that way. That's barn talk."
"Hoggis, we gotta have that if we're gonna get married." MarJean was patient, but boy howdy, sometimes Hoggis was really thick headed.
"Married" he squeaked not so quietly, more in disbelief, than anything.
"Yes married; the whole thing, the ring, the ceremony, the house, the two of us and then kids. I swear Hoggis, if you've been trifling with my emotions, you just go along home and leave me alone." She left the pop top she had been wearing as a 'going steady' ring on the table and Hoggis with a dumb-founded look on his face.
Hoggis sat deathly still for a long time, trying hard to process what had just happened. He had been content running with the boys and truthfully, he really liked MarJean, .... but married, that was a whole 'nuther set of howdy-do.
MarJean joined Hoggis during her afternoon break. Hoggus was in the corner table playing on his phone. He bothered nobody and no one bothered him.
"I don't like that guy, I don't like the way he looks at Mercy Rose," Hoggis announced flatly.
"Why Hoggis, what way is that?" MarJean hadn't noticed anything out of line.
"That dude looks at her like.." Hoggis searched for a suitable word. "Like he's hungry. Not hungry hungry, but hungry like indecent hungry." he sputtered.
"Hoggis," MarJean said gently, "did you happen to notice how MR looked at him?"
Hoggis looked outraged. "MarJean, you shouldn't be sayin things like that; that ain't ladylike a'tall." he tried to hiss quietly.
"Hoggis, I've caught you lookin at me, that way. If you would pay attention to me, you'd see me lookin like that at you."
If Hoggis would have had teeth to drop, ... he would have. It was a good thing his pearly whites were firmly anchored, because his jaw dropped and then snapped shut. "MarJean, for shame ye be talkin that way. That's barn talk."
"Hoggis, we gotta have that if we're gonna get married." MarJean was patient, but boy howdy, sometimes Hoggis was really thick headed.
"Married" he squeaked not so quietly, more in disbelief, than anything.
"Yes married; the whole thing, the ring, the ceremony, the house, the two of us and then kids. I swear Hoggis, if you've been trifling with my emotions, you just go along home and leave me alone." She left the pop top she had been wearing as a 'going steady' ring on the table and Hoggis with a dumb-founded look on his face.
Hoggis sat deathly still for a long time, trying hard to process what had just happened. He had been content running with the boys and truthfully, he really liked MarJean, .... but married, that was a whole 'nuther set of howdy-do.
223shootersc
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Oh my, lady done hammer dropped that good 'ole boy! thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Can't play with a ladies affections if you don't mean it. Thanks Pac.
Nature_Lover
Wait! What?
Thank you, Pac. You just write Better and Better, year after year. BETTER! (who knew? it could keep getting better?)
Thank you Pac, excellent!
So glad to see you're feeling and seeing well enough to feed us moar hounds!
I love this story, and I love you Pac!
Thank you Pac, excellent!
So glad to see you're feeling and seeing well enough to feed us moar hounds!
I love this story, and I love you Pac!
feralferret
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Pac, thank you.
PacNorWest
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#780
As soon as MarJean disappeared back into the kitchen; the older woman who was the cashier, put the run on Hoggis. She didn't see well, but her hearing was sharp, and she disliked Hoggis. Not that the young man did anything wrong, she simply disliked his name.. The very idea that a mother would hang such an awful proper name on a sweet hours old baby, was beyond her comprehension. She had heard everything MarJean had said and the despair in the young woman's voice when Hoggis didn't respond.
"You move on," the cashier ordered Hoggis. "No loitering, if you want to stay, you need to buy something, instead of homesteading a seat."
"Yes Ma'am," Hoggis was polite as he tried to stare through the door into the kitchen. He felt lost, what in the world was the matter with MarJean. Hadn't he just told her she was the prettiest gal in town? Now she was all fer gettin married. Unbelievable. Hoggis simply didn't work that fast. He needed to do some thinkin.
Mark and Clora spent the chilly night huddled under the mound of covers, as the RV slowly warmed. It was well after gettin up time, and Clora was warm and not so inclined to get up and start coffee.
"I'm not sure this is gonna be a winter thing; the furnace ran all last night and I bet it's not 60 in here." Clora had most of herself tightly covered.
"It will be considerably warmer when we are in the shop/barn where the wind can't get to us," Mark assured confidently, his voice muffled by the comforter covering his head.
"If you say so," Clora retorted. "Mark, I have to finish the vegetables in the garage today. Temperatures this cool will decay them, and I need to can. We need electricity, so we need to get some firm in here to strip out all the cameras, listening devices, and restore normalicy."
It wasn't very often Clora issued a decree; but Mark was a smart husband, he understood an order when it was given. He also hustled himself out of the warm bed and fixed coffee for his darling Clora. Sometimes she could really be a bear before she got that hot morning cup.
As soon as MarJean disappeared back into the kitchen; the older woman who was the cashier, put the run on Hoggis. She didn't see well, but her hearing was sharp, and she disliked Hoggis. Not that the young man did anything wrong, she simply disliked his name.. The very idea that a mother would hang such an awful proper name on a sweet hours old baby, was beyond her comprehension. She had heard everything MarJean had said and the despair in the young woman's voice when Hoggis didn't respond.
"You move on," the cashier ordered Hoggis. "No loitering, if you want to stay, you need to buy something, instead of homesteading a seat."
"Yes Ma'am," Hoggis was polite as he tried to stare through the door into the kitchen. He felt lost, what in the world was the matter with MarJean. Hadn't he just told her she was the prettiest gal in town? Now she was all fer gettin married. Unbelievable. Hoggis simply didn't work that fast. He needed to do some thinkin.
Mark and Clora spent the chilly night huddled under the mound of covers, as the RV slowly warmed. It was well after gettin up time, and Clora was warm and not so inclined to get up and start coffee.
"I'm not sure this is gonna be a winter thing; the furnace ran all last night and I bet it's not 60 in here." Clora had most of herself tightly covered.
"It will be considerably warmer when we are in the shop/barn where the wind can't get to us," Mark assured confidently, his voice muffled by the comforter covering his head.
"If you say so," Clora retorted. "Mark, I have to finish the vegetables in the garage today. Temperatures this cool will decay them, and I need to can. We need electricity, so we need to get some firm in here to strip out all the cameras, listening devices, and restore normalicy."
It wasn't very often Clora issued a decree; but Mark was a smart husband, he understood an order when it was given. He also hustled himself out of the warm bed and fixed coffee for his darling Clora. Sometimes she could really be a bear before she got that hot morning cup.
sssarawolf
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thank you Pac.223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
feralferret
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Thanks, Pac!
PacNorWest
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#781
"Hey Milo, this is Woody." It was barely 6am, when the phone rang. "I need to call you to marshal duty tomorrow. I'm putting Tess and the boys in a witness protection program. She flatly refuses to have Mark take her, and I can't use Don or Gary, they haven't been cleared."
"UH, yeah, where do you want me to be?" Milo yawned loudly. "Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to yawn in your ear."
"I'll send a car for you at 5 tomorrow morning. Bring a change of clothes and a coat. Expect to be gone a couple of days. Any questions?"
"No Sir, I'll be ready." Milo sat on the side of the bed and rubbed his face. The idea of going anywhere with spoiled, snotty Tess was extremely unappealing.
Milo said a word that matched his mood. Now he had a real problem. He had a full day of washing today and tomorrow. But he did have a brother that owed him big time favors.
"Hey Gary, I need you. I'll be by to pick you up at 7:30; I got a full schedule today and tomorrow and I gotta go marshal for Woody." Milo didn't give Gary time to object, that lazy bum needed to get out a earn a living for his woman.
Milo was long gone before Gary thought to mutter the same dark word that Milo had used. There was nothing to do but get up and get ready.
Breezy looked alarmed at the idea of Gary leaving her unprotected. She like having him around close; even if he was starting to make jokes about being a house husband.
"It's two days. You know the drill; keep everything locked and stay away from the windows. I've got to pay Milo back for all the favors he has done for us. I'm strong enough, feel good and need to be working. You'll be Ok sweetie, we've got to get on with normal living, Careful but normal.
"I'll give it a try, but if anything happens, you come running," Breezy was doubtful, right down to her toes. "Humm."
Milo was prompt. Gary slid in the pickup seat, looking for adventure.
"Hey Milo, this is Woody." It was barely 6am, when the phone rang. "I need to call you to marshal duty tomorrow. I'm putting Tess and the boys in a witness protection program. She flatly refuses to have Mark take her, and I can't use Don or Gary, they haven't been cleared."
"UH, yeah, where do you want me to be?" Milo yawned loudly. "Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to yawn in your ear."
"I'll send a car for you at 5 tomorrow morning. Bring a change of clothes and a coat. Expect to be gone a couple of days. Any questions?"
"No Sir, I'll be ready." Milo sat on the side of the bed and rubbed his face. The idea of going anywhere with spoiled, snotty Tess was extremely unappealing.
Milo said a word that matched his mood. Now he had a real problem. He had a full day of washing today and tomorrow. But he did have a brother that owed him big time favors.
"Hey Gary, I need you. I'll be by to pick you up at 7:30; I got a full schedule today and tomorrow and I gotta go marshal for Woody." Milo didn't give Gary time to object, that lazy bum needed to get out a earn a living for his woman.
Milo was long gone before Gary thought to mutter the same dark word that Milo had used. There was nothing to do but get up and get ready.
Breezy looked alarmed at the idea of Gary leaving her unprotected. She like having him around close; even if he was starting to make jokes about being a house husband.
"It's two days. You know the drill; keep everything locked and stay away from the windows. I've got to pay Milo back for all the favors he has done for us. I'm strong enough, feel good and need to be working. You'll be Ok sweetie, we've got to get on with normal living, Careful but normal.
"I'll give it a try, but if anything happens, you come running," Breezy was doubtful, right down to her toes. "Humm."
Milo was prompt. Gary slid in the pickup seat, looking for adventure.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you.
feralferret
Veteran Member
Pac, thanks!