Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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223shootersc
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I like it! Thanks, Pac!
feralferret
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Wow!
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sssarawolf
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Thank you so much,
PacNorWest
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#582
Gary, when he drove in the yard, helped Tom in the house. The older man limped severely, but tried to keep his dignity as he navigated the distance, Gary was carrying Tom's bags, wondering why the older man was loaded with bricks. He walked briskly down the hall to Tom's old room and dumped the bags with a dull thud on the floor.
"Thankee Gary, your right accommodating to an old fellow like me." Tom eased into the room and collapsed on the bed with a groan. "Oh this feels good, you kin shut the door on your way out." he finished and dismissed Gary all in one breath.
Gary headed back to the car to get the kids bags, and had to have a squint eyed showdown with a burley Saudi guard the was lounging around the door way.
The man stepped in front of Gary, stopping the burdened down man with the kids belongings. Gary said pleasantly, "get out of my way, or I'll take the gun and shove it up your rear."
Actually, Gary was sure all the guards spoke English, and the flicker of surprise in the man's face, told him his hunch was correct. Slowly, to maintain his superior stature, the man moved to the side, but didn't offer to hold the door open.
When he got even with the man, Gary told him in a low voice," the plague of a thousand camel fleas infest your tent." then he laughed. The sound was loud in the strained atmosphere of the kitchen, and Clora pointed down the hall, to take the bags.
Ma looked like she was busy setting a thunderous looking prince on the straight and narrow, as only she could do. Actually, he felt a little sorry for the guy. No matter how high and above the common man you considered yourself, a dressing down by Ma, left raw patches and bruises.
For fun, when Gary went back outside, he let the screen door slam, causing the guard to jump. Whistling, he jauntly walked across the gravel lot and knocked on Breezy's door.
The door opened just wide enough to barely squeeze Gary in, as Breezy gave him a powerful yank inside.
"Hey," he protested, "easy on the merchandise, will ya."
"What's going on out there, who are those people and why did they come by helicopter and why do they have all those guns and why are they digging all over the yard. I'm scared." and Breezy ran down, out of breath.
"You did the right thing by staying in here out of sight." Gary praised her, going for a hug. "That's the prince of Saudi Arabia and he's here to see Ma and Dad."
Gary was pleased to see that Breezy cuddled right up, close as she could get. Thungs were definitely looking better in the miss Breezy department.
"This is one strange place," she muttered against his chest; "it's like a contemporary Alice in Wonderland Mad Hatter dream. No, more like a nightmare," she added.
"That's about right," Gary agreed. My oh my, miss Breezy looked good, felt good, smelled good and seemed very happy to see him. Just all the right 'goods' as far as he was xoncerned.
"Toby's wife was killed last night by a home intruder," Gary explained the unusual goings on.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help? They used to live in this house, didn't they? do they want to come back?"
"Thank you for asking, right now I don't know what is happening." Gary rumbled, he was very much enjoying hanging on to miss Breezy, and she didn't seem too inclined to move either.
"Have you heard any more about Ernie?" she asked.
"No, haven't heard or seen hide nor hair of him, but then I've been tied up at Toby's, so that's not unusual. Have you?"
"No, thank goodness. The only one I've heard from is my uncle. He's always in a panic over something. I couldn't understand him, told him to call back later, I was busy."
"Miss Breezy, I'm gonna kiss you," Gary warned, and then he did just that.
Gary, when he drove in the yard, helped Tom in the house. The older man limped severely, but tried to keep his dignity as he navigated the distance, Gary was carrying Tom's bags, wondering why the older man was loaded with bricks. He walked briskly down the hall to Tom's old room and dumped the bags with a dull thud on the floor.
"Thankee Gary, your right accommodating to an old fellow like me." Tom eased into the room and collapsed on the bed with a groan. "Oh this feels good, you kin shut the door on your way out." he finished and dismissed Gary all in one breath.
Gary headed back to the car to get the kids bags, and had to have a squint eyed showdown with a burley Saudi guard the was lounging around the door way.
The man stepped in front of Gary, stopping the burdened down man with the kids belongings. Gary said pleasantly, "get out of my way, or I'll take the gun and shove it up your rear."
Actually, Gary was sure all the guards spoke English, and the flicker of surprise in the man's face, told him his hunch was correct. Slowly, to maintain his superior stature, the man moved to the side, but didn't offer to hold the door open.
When he got even with the man, Gary told him in a low voice," the plague of a thousand camel fleas infest your tent." then he laughed. The sound was loud in the strained atmosphere of the kitchen, and Clora pointed down the hall, to take the bags.
Ma looked like she was busy setting a thunderous looking prince on the straight and narrow, as only she could do. Actually, he felt a little sorry for the guy. No matter how high and above the common man you considered yourself, a dressing down by Ma, left raw patches and bruises.
For fun, when Gary went back outside, he let the screen door slam, causing the guard to jump. Whistling, he jauntly walked across the gravel lot and knocked on Breezy's door.
The door opened just wide enough to barely squeeze Gary in, as Breezy gave him a powerful yank inside.
"Hey," he protested, "easy on the merchandise, will ya."
"What's going on out there, who are those people and why did they come by helicopter and why do they have all those guns and why are they digging all over the yard. I'm scared." and Breezy ran down, out of breath.
"You did the right thing by staying in here out of sight." Gary praised her, going for a hug. "That's the prince of Saudi Arabia and he's here to see Ma and Dad."
Gary was pleased to see that Breezy cuddled right up, close as she could get. Thungs were definitely looking better in the miss Breezy department.
"This is one strange place," she muttered against his chest; "it's like a contemporary Alice in Wonderland Mad Hatter dream. No, more like a nightmare," she added.
"That's about right," Gary agreed. My oh my, miss Breezy looked good, felt good, smelled good and seemed very happy to see him. Just all the right 'goods' as far as he was xoncerned.
"Toby's wife was killed last night by a home intruder," Gary explained the unusual goings on.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help? They used to live in this house, didn't they? do they want to come back?"
"Thank you for asking, right now I don't know what is happening." Gary rumbled, he was very much enjoying hanging on to miss Breezy, and she didn't seem too inclined to move either.
"Have you heard any more about Ernie?" she asked.
"No, haven't heard or seen hide nor hair of him, but then I've been tied up at Toby's, so that's not unusual. Have you?"
"No, thank goodness. The only one I've heard from is my uncle. He's always in a panic over something. I couldn't understand him, told him to call back later, I was busy."
"Miss Breezy, I'm gonna kiss you," Gary warned, and then he did just that.
sssarawolf
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Big thank you Pac. We just got the fencing material together so dh could go check fences. Winter was hard on them.
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
PacNorWest
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#593
Clora and Tess went to Tess's suite and Tess called the real estate person and Clora went to check on her grandchildren.
In twin beds, both children were finally in an exhausted sleep. Tear stains on their faces, spoke of the terrible strain. Letting them sleep, was the best short term healing that could happen.
Tess was explaining to the disappointed woman that they couldn't meet the deadline, they were interested, but they had a major family emergency to overcome. Clora nodded, when Tess promised that they would call the minute they had free time.
"Phew, she's really persistent, I hope she's as strong presenting our offer," Tess remarked.
Clora agreed. "The kids are asleep, I'm going to try to get rid of the prince, Mark looks like he's about drug out."
"He tried to trap me, thinking about killing the b o y's," Tess spelled out the last word. "I had a hard time keeping control. That dirty bird has thoughts of kidnapping me if his hunch had proved true. I hope he rots."
"Well, I'm gonna tear a strip off his royal ass," Clora was mad, and usedd a bad word.
"Grandma, you're not supposed to say things like that. Ma gets mad and scolds us. Right Ma?" Paul wasn't going to let go of a major lapse in behavior.
"We'll talk about this later," Tess issued her order, "right now you find something to do in the playroom and let the adults finish their business." Three sets of feet almost stomped away, but a look over his shoulder had Paul shoving his brothers to hurry them up. Ma wasn't happy.
Clora took a deep breath and went to the kitchen. The prince looked like he was glued to his chair. Usually, the man had the briefest of visits, but today, he was set in for the duration.
Clora came in and stared at the young royal for several seconds. "I get the impression you threatened to kill my grandsons in a test to see if my daughter was clairvoyant. If you ever try something like that again, you may never return to this house."
The prince looked very uncomfortable. "My sincere apologies, I have looked for persons such as you in my country, but no one is qualified. I took a chance your daughter might be so inclined."
"If you wouldn't kill people who brings you distressing news, you might get a clairvoyant or two." Clora dished out a dose of her temper. "Do you honestly think anyone would voluntarily admit to knowing the future, if they also knew you were going to have them executed if you didn't like the news?"
"Not when you put it that way," the prince reluctantly admitted. "Can you tell me the people that are pretending to be favorable to me?"
"Why, so you can kill more people?" Clora wasn't letting go of her mad.
"I have always felt that death was preferable to rotting in prison for the rest of their life. Tell me, which would you prefer?" The prince seemed genuinely conflicted, appealing to Clora's intuition to give him good advice.
"I cannot answer that question. I have to say it depends on the crime and or the punishment. My God instructs us to love one another and forgive our fellow man, as our heavenly Father forgives us."
"Curious, do you really believe that, do you practice that?" the prince inquired quizzically.
"I try," Clora emphased, :"but I fail when someone thinks about killing my grandsons, I become as mean and rabid as any berserk person."
"So you would shoot me with your little gun?" the prince laughed, not understanding that Clora was serious, and would have done exactly that. The prince's laughter trailed off, as he realized that Clora wasn't kidding.
"I seem to put my foot in my mouth, I do not always understand your American ways," the young man tried to excuse his floundering around.
A knock on the door, saved the prince from further embarrassment, the guard opening the door to the same worker that had come before. More Arabic bounced around and the prince stood up. "Thank you for the tea, I must go now." and he left.
"I'm sure glad you didn't shoot him," Mark laconically drawled. "It would cause an awful international incident."
"If it would, I'd shoot him several times, just to make sure he was dead." Clora looked at Mark and ask in a low voice, "hey cowboy, you ready for the bunkhouse.?"
Mark nodded, he was more than ready. "I'm sorry Clora, I can't go look at the house, I'm done in."
Clora nodded, she helped Mark down the hall. "Do you need another vinegar wash?"
"It wouldn't hurt, I can smell it real strong on me." Mark complained. "Maybe I should lie down for a little bit, get my strength back up." he proposed. Clora agreed.
Toby with ice cold rage in his heart, carefully made notes about the man he man he was hunting. Cameron wasn't as clever as he supposed himself to be. The man did some regular habits, and specifically frequented a tea house. The more Toby investigated the man, the more he suspected the tea house was a front for illicit activity.
It made no difference to Toby, the killer was going to die. But first, Cameron Cooper would know who was doing the killing and why.
Clora and Tess went to Tess's suite and Tess called the real estate person and Clora went to check on her grandchildren.
In twin beds, both children were finally in an exhausted sleep. Tear stains on their faces, spoke of the terrible strain. Letting them sleep, was the best short term healing that could happen.
Tess was explaining to the disappointed woman that they couldn't meet the deadline, they were interested, but they had a major family emergency to overcome. Clora nodded, when Tess promised that they would call the minute they had free time.
"Phew, she's really persistent, I hope she's as strong presenting our offer," Tess remarked.
Clora agreed. "The kids are asleep, I'm going to try to get rid of the prince, Mark looks like he's about drug out."
"He tried to trap me, thinking about killing the b o y's," Tess spelled out the last word. "I had a hard time keeping control. That dirty bird has thoughts of kidnapping me if his hunch had proved true. I hope he rots."
"Well, I'm gonna tear a strip off his royal ass," Clora was mad, and usedd a bad word.
"Grandma, you're not supposed to say things like that. Ma gets mad and scolds us. Right Ma?" Paul wasn't going to let go of a major lapse in behavior.
"We'll talk about this later," Tess issued her order, "right now you find something to do in the playroom and let the adults finish their business." Three sets of feet almost stomped away, but a look over his shoulder had Paul shoving his brothers to hurry them up. Ma wasn't happy.
Clora took a deep breath and went to the kitchen. The prince looked like he was glued to his chair. Usually, the man had the briefest of visits, but today, he was set in for the duration.
Clora came in and stared at the young royal for several seconds. "I get the impression you threatened to kill my grandsons in a test to see if my daughter was clairvoyant. If you ever try something like that again, you may never return to this house."
The prince looked very uncomfortable. "My sincere apologies, I have looked for persons such as you in my country, but no one is qualified. I took a chance your daughter might be so inclined."
"If you wouldn't kill people who brings you distressing news, you might get a clairvoyant or two." Clora dished out a dose of her temper. "Do you honestly think anyone would voluntarily admit to knowing the future, if they also knew you were going to have them executed if you didn't like the news?"
"Not when you put it that way," the prince reluctantly admitted. "Can you tell me the people that are pretending to be favorable to me?"
"Why, so you can kill more people?" Clora wasn't letting go of her mad.
"I have always felt that death was preferable to rotting in prison for the rest of their life. Tell me, which would you prefer?" The prince seemed genuinely conflicted, appealing to Clora's intuition to give him good advice.
"I cannot answer that question. I have to say it depends on the crime and or the punishment. My God instructs us to love one another and forgive our fellow man, as our heavenly Father forgives us."
"Curious, do you really believe that, do you practice that?" the prince inquired quizzically.
"I try," Clora emphased, :"but I fail when someone thinks about killing my grandsons, I become as mean and rabid as any berserk person."
"So you would shoot me with your little gun?" the prince laughed, not understanding that Clora was serious, and would have done exactly that. The prince's laughter trailed off, as he realized that Clora wasn't kidding.
"I seem to put my foot in my mouth, I do not always understand your American ways," the young man tried to excuse his floundering around.
A knock on the door, saved the prince from further embarrassment, the guard opening the door to the same worker that had come before. More Arabic bounced around and the prince stood up. "Thank you for the tea, I must go now." and he left.
"I'm sure glad you didn't shoot him," Mark laconically drawled. "It would cause an awful international incident."
"If it would, I'd shoot him several times, just to make sure he was dead." Clora looked at Mark and ask in a low voice, "hey cowboy, you ready for the bunkhouse.?"
Mark nodded, he was more than ready. "I'm sorry Clora, I can't go look at the house, I'm done in."
Clora nodded, she helped Mark down the hall. "Do you need another vinegar wash?"
"It wouldn't hurt, I can smell it real strong on me." Mark complained. "Maybe I should lie down for a little bit, get my strength back up." he proposed. Clora agreed.
Toby with ice cold rage in his heart, carefully made notes about the man he man he was hunting. Cameron wasn't as clever as he supposed himself to be. The man did some regular habits, and specifically frequented a tea house. The more Toby investigated the man, the more he suspected the tea house was a front for illicit activity.
It made no difference to Toby, the killer was going to die. But first, Cameron Cooper would know who was doing the killing and why.
feralferret
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Toby had best be really careful!
Thank you, Pac.
Thank you, Pac.
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac! Excellant as always!
larry_minn
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“It made no difference to Toby, the killer was going to die. But first, Cameron Cooper would know who was doing the killing and why”
why complicate things. You will know. The POS might realize, or figure it out after a thousand years in hell.
why complicate things. You will know. The POS might realize, or figure it out after a thousand years in hell.
sssarawolf
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We just dont want Toby caught as the killer.
PacNorWest
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#594
Donny drove up into the West Virginia mountains. He stopped long enough to check the map, drew deep lungfulls of the pine scented air. It was cool, shady and Donny chose another secondary road. As the evening shadows lengthened, he stopped at a small Mom and Pop motel.
He didn't have a credit card and that fussed them, but they reluctantly accepted his cash. "No parties," the old man warned.
"No problem, I'm tired," Donny explained, "I'm not a party or drinking man. Is there a cafe around here? I'm starved."
The old woman spoke up, "our granddaughter should have supper ready, you're welcome to eat with us. No cafe's open, they all went out of business during the Covid."
"Thank you, I'd be honored to have supper with you." Donny replied, smiling a ten thousand watt smile.
The old woman nodded her satisfaction at the young man calling the evening meal supper. To her, that was a good sign. The three of them walked to the last set of rooms, and good smells were wafting out the door.
Donny doffed his hat, smiling at a pretty young woman that turned from the stove in surprise.
"Oh, hello," she welcomed the handsome young man. "Grandma, you should have told me we were having company."
"It was a last minute thing," the old lady excused the oversight." Mercy Rose, this is Donny. Donny, this is our Mercy."
Howdys were said, another plate was set on the table. Donny was invited to say the blessing, and he did himself proud. There was a delicious pot roast, potatoes and gravy, coleslaw and biscuits.
"Really good grub," Donny praised the cook. "Very tasty venison."
The old lady smiled and nodded, he was a good young man, much to her liking. "Tell us what you're doing in our neck of the woods?"
Donny stood up and collected the plates and took them to the old cast iron farm sink. Well used, like every thing else in the room, Donny felt at ease, it was like home. Mercy was running water to fill the dish pan, and Donny rinsed the plates and slid them into the hot soapy water.
"Thanks, so where are you from?" Mercy asked.
"Outside West Raliegh, my folks live there and I'm studying to take my GED and start college." Donny stated the truth.
"Really? I'm starting the university myself, maybe I'll see you around. So is this a trip to have fun before you start the grind?"
"Partially, I'm on a mission to discover if I have any relatives, my parents were killed in the big wind."
"Oh, I thought you said your parents lived in Raleigh?" Mercy was puzzled.
"I was adopted by two of the most wonderful people in the world." Donny grabbed a dish towel and started drying the dishes as they talked.
The old couple slipped away to the living room and sat nodding in tiredness. The old woman smiled contentedly, and if she was happy, he was happy.
When the dishes were done, there was chocolate cake and coffee for dessert. The old people didn't want any, so the two young people sat at the table and talked.
feralferret
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Nice turn of events.
Thanks, Pac.
Thanks, Pac.
Sneaker 11
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Thanks Pac, I am a supper man myself. If it was good enough to be called that in my KJV bible, I guess that is good enough for me. I also come from country stock and it was always supper at my grandparents farm.
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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Many thanks Pac. I also grew up with last meal being called supper. Lunch time as others call it was dinner.
larry_minn
Contributing Member
Breakfast, dinner, lunch if working hard, a needed break, neighbors helping. (Or visiting neighbors you might have a lite lunch). Then supper at night. Seldom 6pm. (It’s still light) 9 pm in sumner is supper time. (Why you needed lunch)
223shootersc
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You know that is right my friend!
Kiwibutterfly
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In New Zealand it's breakfast, lunch, tea/dinner, supper. Dinner can sometimes come at lunchtime if it is a full cooked meal, so you have dinner at lunch time...lol... the tea bit is what it is, an evening meal. Different people different ways... supper is usually a snack/drink before bed. Everyone says it different....
)accountant
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Whenever we had the opportunity to get some, we just called it food.
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PacNorWest
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#595
Because he had been invited to breakfast, Donny showed up promptly at 7, freshly showered and shaved. Mercy showcased her cooking skills with huge fluffy pancakes, thick slices of home cured bacon, coffee and home churned butter.
The old man was reading the morning paper, discussing a wreck that had happened on the freeway. The car had been totaled, the older damage was very apparent, so it was supposed that the driver was drunk. There were large amounts of blood inside the car, but no driver was found.
Donny happened to mention that he had driven by the dark green car, laughing to himself that it looked like a derby car, as smashed up as it was. "The guy pointed a pistol at me; that's the main reason I got off and took this secondary road. I didn't fancy getting in the middle of some jerk's road rage."
"Wise, wise," the old man opinioned. Donny almost snickered. The old man had never spoken a word until now, and Donny wasn't sure he could talk.
"Mighty tasty cure on the bacon", Donny complimented, as he nodded to Mercy to put another two plate sized hotcakes on his plate. Mercy smiled with a flash of dimples. Donny took notice, but kept on eating.
"Supposin I was to make a deal with ya," the pld woman began, when Donny was finally full. "If yer goin to the same school as Mercy, would ya consider stoppin back by here and takin her down to town. My Great grand nephew said she could stay with them while she was goin to school. Our old car ain't reliable, and we don't wanna be broke down, we ain't got the money to fix it."
"Grandma! Donny is a fine person, but maybe he don't want to be burdened that way." Mercy was embarrassed, buy her grandmothers bold question.
"Why that would be no problem at all," Donny assured the three of them. "In fact, if you'd like, I can look at your car. I'm a half way mechanic. The Jeep is my brother's and I keep it running for the privilege of using it occasionally."
The old man nodded and motioned for Donny to follow him. "Thanks for breakfast," he remembered his manners as he went out the back kitchen door.
The old lady helped gather up the dishes. "Hurry and get them washed and put away. We don't want to let on he was here. I'll be right back to help, I gotta do something in the office." and she hurried out to the motel front door.
Carefully, she took the ledger and cut out the page that had Donny's name and address. That paper was folded and lodged deep in her apron pocket. Donny had given her the key at breakfast, so she took sheets and changed the linen in his room, erasing any traces that the young man had been there overnight.
The car problem was the timing belt on the old Dodge. Donny took all the info and promised to come back in two weeks and fix the car and pick up Mercy.
The fine morning called, luring Donny's sense of adventure and he called out his goodby's and hit the road.
Almost out of breath, the old woman lectured the other two about not saying a word about the young man being their guest. "There might be trouble comin this way, on account of him. He's a fine young man, but I'm thinkin the other feller ain't."
Because he had been invited to breakfast, Donny showed up promptly at 7, freshly showered and shaved. Mercy showcased her cooking skills with huge fluffy pancakes, thick slices of home cured bacon, coffee and home churned butter.
The old man was reading the morning paper, discussing a wreck that had happened on the freeway. The car had been totaled, the older damage was very apparent, so it was supposed that the driver was drunk. There were large amounts of blood inside the car, but no driver was found.
Donny happened to mention that he had driven by the dark green car, laughing to himself that it looked like a derby car, as smashed up as it was. "The guy pointed a pistol at me; that's the main reason I got off and took this secondary road. I didn't fancy getting in the middle of some jerk's road rage."
"Wise, wise," the old man opinioned. Donny almost snickered. The old man had never spoken a word until now, and Donny wasn't sure he could talk.
"Mighty tasty cure on the bacon", Donny complimented, as he nodded to Mercy to put another two plate sized hotcakes on his plate. Mercy smiled with a flash of dimples. Donny took notice, but kept on eating.
"Supposin I was to make a deal with ya," the pld woman began, when Donny was finally full. "If yer goin to the same school as Mercy, would ya consider stoppin back by here and takin her down to town. My Great grand nephew said she could stay with them while she was goin to school. Our old car ain't reliable, and we don't wanna be broke down, we ain't got the money to fix it."
"Grandma! Donny is a fine person, but maybe he don't want to be burdened that way." Mercy was embarrassed, buy her grandmothers bold question.
"Why that would be no problem at all," Donny assured the three of them. "In fact, if you'd like, I can look at your car. I'm a half way mechanic. The Jeep is my brother's and I keep it running for the privilege of using it occasionally."
The old man nodded and motioned for Donny to follow him. "Thanks for breakfast," he remembered his manners as he went out the back kitchen door.
The old lady helped gather up the dishes. "Hurry and get them washed and put away. We don't want to let on he was here. I'll be right back to help, I gotta do something in the office." and she hurried out to the motel front door.
Carefully, she took the ledger and cut out the page that had Donny's name and address. That paper was folded and lodged deep in her apron pocket. Donny had given her the key at breakfast, so she took sheets and changed the linen in his room, erasing any traces that the young man had been there overnight.
The car problem was the timing belt on the old Dodge. Donny took all the info and promised to come back in two weeks and fix the car and pick up Mercy.
The fine morning called, luring Donny's sense of adventure and he called out his goodby's and hit the road.
Almost out of breath, the old woman lectured the other two about not saying a word about the young man being their guest. "There might be trouble comin this way, on account of him. He's a fine young man, but I'm thinkin the other feller ain't."
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you very much, grandma is one smart cookie.
feralferret
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That Ernie's like a cockroach, hard to kill.
Thank you for the excellent chapter, Pac.
Thank you for the excellent chapter, Pac.
223shootersc
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Thanks Pac!
PacNorWest
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#696
Clora was occupied in setting up Marks vinegar shower, and then sat down to rest a bit. It was so frustrating to need to rest. Clora could fondly recall days when she could go non stop all day. Sure, she'd be tired and ready for bed at night; but the satisfaction of many tasks finished was a nice way to end the day. Now, Clora felt she was about as useful as a sock with a hole in the toe and heel.
While Clora was busy down the hall. Big brought in two five gallon pails of ripe tomatoes. "We need to keep on top of these, I'll help peel and chunk. We need to get them gone as soon as possible." He was speaking low and directly to Tilly; Big was all for getting rid of Mark, the man that had sold his horses. They weren't really Big's horses, but he cared deeply for them. He was certainly looking forward to the time when he and Tilly were alone at the retreat.
Tilly never complained, but he knew she was working too hard, and he tried to help in any way possible. Big was keeping strict count of the days Clora had set as moving day, he was most anxious.
Tess was walking into the kitchen, when her phone rang. It was the real estate person. There had been an offer tendered on the house through a MLS agent. Feeling like the weight of the world had settled on her shoulders, Tess sighed hard and stuck her phone back in her pocket. She went to tell Ma.
Toby cancelled all of Rennie's pending cases. He could have taken them, he didn't want to. The frame of mind he was in, wouldn't have been good for plaintiff or defendent. He picked up the scattered papers and sorted them neatly. Minnie came in quietly to clean the mess left behind.
Toby excused himself to head to the Morturary, making the final arrangements for his sassy Aussie gal. Two hours later, he was finished with the daunting task. Minnie had a light vegetable beef soup and biscuits, and Toby appreciated her effort.
"I need to go out and see my kids, I might even stay the night, so don't expect me back. If anyone comes or tried to contact you, please call me right away. Don't let them in, and be aware of the man I told you about. If you feel there is reason for additional security, I'll arrange for it, Stay safe," and then he was gone.
Mark had showered and was back out in the kitchen with coffee and cookies, when Toby showed up. "Did Ma confirm my suspicions?" he asked Mark in a soft, low voice.
Mark nodded, and Toby's lips tightened. "His days are numbered," he said to Mark alone. "He doesn't deserve to live." Again Mark nodded.
"This is mine," Toby warned, "I don't want any of your help. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't take that trash out."
Again Mark nodded, he wouldn't have done any different, and Toby had been trained well.
Clora was occupied in setting up Marks vinegar shower, and then sat down to rest a bit. It was so frustrating to need to rest. Clora could fondly recall days when she could go non stop all day. Sure, she'd be tired and ready for bed at night; but the satisfaction of many tasks finished was a nice way to end the day. Now, Clora felt she was about as useful as a sock with a hole in the toe and heel.
While Clora was busy down the hall. Big brought in two five gallon pails of ripe tomatoes. "We need to keep on top of these, I'll help peel and chunk. We need to get them gone as soon as possible." He was speaking low and directly to Tilly; Big was all for getting rid of Mark, the man that had sold his horses. They weren't really Big's horses, but he cared deeply for them. He was certainly looking forward to the time when he and Tilly were alone at the retreat.
Tilly never complained, but he knew she was working too hard, and he tried to help in any way possible. Big was keeping strict count of the days Clora had set as moving day, he was most anxious.
Tess was walking into the kitchen, when her phone rang. It was the real estate person. There had been an offer tendered on the house through a MLS agent. Feeling like the weight of the world had settled on her shoulders, Tess sighed hard and stuck her phone back in her pocket. She went to tell Ma.
Toby cancelled all of Rennie's pending cases. He could have taken them, he didn't want to. The frame of mind he was in, wouldn't have been good for plaintiff or defendent. He picked up the scattered papers and sorted them neatly. Minnie came in quietly to clean the mess left behind.
Toby excused himself to head to the Morturary, making the final arrangements for his sassy Aussie gal. Two hours later, he was finished with the daunting task. Minnie had a light vegetable beef soup and biscuits, and Toby appreciated her effort.
"I need to go out and see my kids, I might even stay the night, so don't expect me back. If anyone comes or tried to contact you, please call me right away. Don't let them in, and be aware of the man I told you about. If you feel there is reason for additional security, I'll arrange for it, Stay safe," and then he was gone.
Mark had showered and was back out in the kitchen with coffee and cookies, when Toby showed up. "Did Ma confirm my suspicions?" he asked Mark in a soft, low voice.
Mark nodded, and Toby's lips tightened. "His days are numbered," he said to Mark alone. "He doesn't deserve to live." Again Mark nodded.
"This is mine," Toby warned, "I don't want any of your help. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't take that trash out."
Again Mark nodded, he wouldn't have done any different, and Toby had been trained well.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you, umf on Big. Marks horses to do with what ne needed to.
feralferret
Veteran Member
Big = Big Idiot
Thanks, Pac!
Thanks, Pac!
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, Pac! Taking out the trash, IS personal business!