Very good and exciting set of chapters! Thank you!!! I hate to leave for work because I want to know what comes next. 
If I thought for one miserable minute......
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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
You are very good at cliff lol, thank you.
PacNorWest
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#29
The assailant launched himself at Wayne. In the tuck and roll Wayne was defending himself with, his feet came up under the heavier man and flipped the body over his head to drive it headfirst into a sturdy pine. There was a sickening crunch as the man's skull split when it connected with the immovable object.
Almost gleefully Wayne dusted off his hands and looked at the hoodlum. "A fat porker", he spit the words contemptuously. In his estimation, anyone that was not fighting trim and muscular was beneath his contempt. Wayne searched for the man's knife, and finally found the KaBar. It was bright with blood, and for a minute Wayne wondered where in the world that came from.
He turned to wipe the blade on the man's shirt, not wanting to soil his own pants. In the turn Wayne felt a tearing sensation in his side, and he grabbed his middle with his free hand. "Oh stinking crap," he said aloud.
Gathering his energy Wayne picked up the knife and rifle and started for Evie's place. He remembered to whistle as he stumbled toward the house. He made it all the way to the front porch before he passed out.
Evie started with a broom and dustpan. Cleaning the floor from the living room arch back toward the door, she flicked glass shards off Lainey as the petrified woman sat rock still. "Shake," Evie ordered, and only a few slivers hit the floor as Lainey obeyed.
"Clora, Grandma, I REALLY need to get up and use the bathroom, NOW!" Lainey stressed forcefully. "I am in distress."
Evie had Lainey stand on a towel and shake and flounce her hair and nightgown. No glass was seen, so Lainey scampered off to the bathroom. Evie gathered up the towel and set it on the counter for a later shake.
She and Clora went to see what Benny was doing when Wayne fell in the door.
Blood dripping and pooling between the young man's fingers, his body folded in half by the force of his fall was a problem to move.
Clora said "I'll go to Ev's for the pickup."
"No," Benny forced out quickly. "Tend him, I'll get the pickup. Hard telling how many more may be out there." he started across the pasture at a lope.
Ev, watching from the window grabbed his keys and started the old Ford. Tooting to alert Ben and stop his run, Ev gunned old Betsy around the driveway and over to the Hanson's.
Benny and Clora stuffed Wayne in the pickup bed. Clora rode with Benny to where he had stashed the Sheriff's rig, and brought it to town while Benny propped Wayne up in the pickup.
Doc shook his head and called Inga to assist. One more time he wished he had electricity and x-ray capability. There was a bit of pink, frothy blood, so Doc knew Wayne's lung was involved. He had patched this young man so much, this was just one more time.
Clora hugged her aunt and set off for home.
Evie made breakfast for her crew. As Lainey started eating, the iron fist in the velvet glove interrogation began. "So Lainey, where are you from?"
By the time Clora reached the house, Evie had Lainey's story inside and out. She was satisfied that if the attraction between Lainey and Ben blossomed, the girl was a acceptable companion for a life long union. Was she ready to be a police officer's wife, not yet. But she could learn if she was sufficiently interested.
It was obvious that Lainey had had a 'fluffy" upbringing, but there was a band of grit and determination buried deep in the woman. Her rich parents had supplied her every whim and desire; Lainey was indeed privileged.
The assailant launched himself at Wayne. In the tuck and roll Wayne was defending himself with, his feet came up under the heavier man and flipped the body over his head to drive it headfirst into a sturdy pine. There was a sickening crunch as the man's skull split when it connected with the immovable object.
Almost gleefully Wayne dusted off his hands and looked at the hoodlum. "A fat porker", he spit the words contemptuously. In his estimation, anyone that was not fighting trim and muscular was beneath his contempt. Wayne searched for the man's knife, and finally found the KaBar. It was bright with blood, and for a minute Wayne wondered where in the world that came from.
He turned to wipe the blade on the man's shirt, not wanting to soil his own pants. In the turn Wayne felt a tearing sensation in his side, and he grabbed his middle with his free hand. "Oh stinking crap," he said aloud.
Gathering his energy Wayne picked up the knife and rifle and started for Evie's place. He remembered to whistle as he stumbled toward the house. He made it all the way to the front porch before he passed out.
Evie started with a broom and dustpan. Cleaning the floor from the living room arch back toward the door, she flicked glass shards off Lainey as the petrified woman sat rock still. "Shake," Evie ordered, and only a few slivers hit the floor as Lainey obeyed.
"Clora, Grandma, I REALLY need to get up and use the bathroom, NOW!" Lainey stressed forcefully. "I am in distress."
Evie had Lainey stand on a towel and shake and flounce her hair and nightgown. No glass was seen, so Lainey scampered off to the bathroom. Evie gathered up the towel and set it on the counter for a later shake.
She and Clora went to see what Benny was doing when Wayne fell in the door.
Blood dripping and pooling between the young man's fingers, his body folded in half by the force of his fall was a problem to move.
Clora said "I'll go to Ev's for the pickup."
"No," Benny forced out quickly. "Tend him, I'll get the pickup. Hard telling how many more may be out there." he started across the pasture at a lope.
Ev, watching from the window grabbed his keys and started the old Ford. Tooting to alert Ben and stop his run, Ev gunned old Betsy around the driveway and over to the Hanson's.
Benny and Clora stuffed Wayne in the pickup bed. Clora rode with Benny to where he had stashed the Sheriff's rig, and brought it to town while Benny propped Wayne up in the pickup.
Doc shook his head and called Inga to assist. One more time he wished he had electricity and x-ray capability. There was a bit of pink, frothy blood, so Doc knew Wayne's lung was involved. He had patched this young man so much, this was just one more time.
Clora hugged her aunt and set off for home.
Evie made breakfast for her crew. As Lainey started eating, the iron fist in the velvet glove interrogation began. "So Lainey, where are you from?"
By the time Clora reached the house, Evie had Lainey's story inside and out. She was satisfied that if the attraction between Lainey and Ben blossomed, the girl was a acceptable companion for a life long union. Was she ready to be a police officer's wife, not yet. But she could learn if she was sufficiently interested.
It was obvious that Lainey had had a 'fluffy" upbringing, but there was a band of grit and determination buried deep in the woman. Her rich parents had supplied her every whim and desire; Lainey was indeed privileged.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you for another chapter 
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.PacNorWest
Veteran Member
thank you #3Bshot for keeping me on the straight and narrow. I have had so much fun last night and today. Our power has been out due to a terrific windstorm. So I have been doing Evie things all day. It's like Red Robin.......................Yum!
bad_karma00
Underachiever
Exciting and wonderful as always. Tension killing me! 
Do love your work!
Do love your work!
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#30
"Benny says he has all three guys that I saw in the woods," Clora reported to her Grandma. "I'm gonna walk over to Ev and Cheryl's and let them know what has happened. You wanna go with?" she asked Lainey and Evie.
"I don't believe so," Evie replied. "This old gal is gonna sit down, and enjoy a cup of coffee. I've had quite enough excitement for today, thank you very much!"
"Sure," Lainey answered happily. She felt like she had been drug through a knothole backwards, but needed to escape the questioning. That old lady knew more about her, than her own mother could handle. Evie had suggested that she ask Ben to get a message to her folks, and Lainey gulped. With all that had happened, she had completely forgotten about Kent and MaryLou Lawrence. Her folks would be wild with worry.
Clora agreed to walk to town after visiting with Cheryl and her sister Sandy. Filling Lainey in about the neighbors, she let her know that Sandy considered Wayne to be her special guy. Lainey thought that Sandy just might have poor taste in men, from the little she had seen of Wayne. But, who was she to judge. There was no accounting for some people's taste.
Inky walked over to Ev's with them, but Lainey made sure that the huge dog kept to the opposite side of Clora. There was no way she was getting near that pony sized Cujo.
Ruby barked to let her people know there were visitors coming. Sandy eased the door open with the point of Ev's old Enfield and carefully took note of who was approaching. Raising the point of the rifle up, she opened the door completely and invited the company in.
"Tea?" Sandy asked, handing a mug of mint to Cheryl.
"Yes please," said Lainey; "no thanks," smiled Clora.
"Sandy, Wayne has been hurt," Clora grabbed her sister's hand. "Sit down, hear me out." she ordered as Sandy whirled around to start running for town. "He's in town, at Doc's. Lainey needs to go to town, so you two go and I'll stay here, if it's alright with Cheryl?"
"Certainly," Cheryl shooed the two girls to the door. Sandra took off running, but stopped and passed her hand over her face to wipe the tears. Lainey caught up with her, and introduced herself, as they walked rapidly towards town.
"What happened to you?" Sandy wanted to know. Lainey laughed as she explained. "That is the craziest house I have ever been near. Is it always like that?"
"Most of the time," Sandy said absently, rubbing her arm. "Did you see Wayne?" she asked choking with emotion.
"No," Lainey answered. "I was trapped at the table covered with glass." Lainey studied the younger girl as they walked. Clora had not said how old Sandy was, but Lainey was thinking she wasn't old enough to have this type of reaction to a guy. Strange indeed.
Doc and Inga worked feverishly over Wayne, finally they had him stabilized in Doc's estimation. Things were finally quiet, then Sandy hit the clinic.
Phillips finally had to give the distraught young woman a sedative, and had to threaten to prevent her from seeing Wayne if she didn't calm down.
Lainey couldn't handle the drama, so she whispered to Inga that she had to leave. Inga nodded sympathetically, and saw her to the door. "How's the hand," she asked warmly.
Lainey shrugged, "it hurts. I keep trying to keep it up, but today has been such an uproar, I just gave up."
"Let's use this." Inga went to the cupboard and returned with a used cloth and velcro sling. "We really would appreciate you returning this when your done. We are terrible short of supplies," she finished with an apologetic smile.
"Will do." Lainey strapped the sling over her shoulder and settled her arm in gingerly. "Oh, that feels so much better," she enthused. Thank you."
Lainey asked for directions to the Sheriff's office, "I need to see if Ben would help me contact my parents."
Inga half smiled at the use of Ben. Aha! this might be interesting, she was thinking. Good, this small town needs some excitement.
Ben, Jennings and Alan were huddled around a radio blaring static when Lainey opened the office door. Ben looked up and put his finger to his lips, and Lainey nodded. He pointed to a chair, and she sat. J kept fiddling with the knobs and the static faded and then blared full force, making Lainey jump.
Alan looked up and frowned at her, almost making a face of disgust. He opened his mouth to say something, and then a word came through the scratchy noise. "Total destruction," sounded out loud and clear.
J. leaned back and stood up. Shaking his head, he walked to the window and stared out at the town. Not many people survived the giant wave and the scouring of the land. His commander had said close to 5 million people had died, but J had doubted his numbers. Now, he wasn't so sure. The headquarters had been destroyed, men, cars and equipment destroyed, it made him sick to his stomach to think of his brother's in arms gone.
Lainey closed her eyes. It really wasn't fair to ask Ben to take the time to try and contact her folks. She didn't feel she had the right, considering what she had just heard. Propping her chin with her hand, she looked at life outside the small town and found what she had known was now gone. That changed her perspective and goals. Deeply introspective, she missed the exchange between the men as they looked at her and then themselves.
Benny coughed and Lainey came back to the present. "I came to see if you gentlemen know where there would be a job? I need to be gainfully employed," she said ruefully.
"That's one thing we've been talking about," Benny admitted. "You and Clora starting a school here in town. No supplies, only kids and a teacher." he looked doubtful she would consider the idea.
"Let me talk to Clora," she stalled, thinking furiously. Oh boy, what a challenge.
Ev listened to a hysterical Sandy pace up and down the room. On his back staring at the ceiling, he lay on hot salt packs to ease his strained and sprained back. He couldn't see Sandy, but he could sure hear her. What a mouth that little miss was spewing. If her Grandmother had any idea she was talking like a drunken sailor, she would have poured the dish soap in by the bottleful.
Finally she walked herself calm, and Doc let her in to see Wayne.
Evie was enjoying the absolute quiet. No noise, no problems, drama or meals to fix for hungry people. Old ladies need to rest more, she told herself. "Thank you Lord," she said aloud. Moved to pray, she thanked her gratitude for her many blessings. Evie prayed for Wayne's healing, for the people hurt by the tsunami, and for peace and quiet for those souls that perished.
Sitting at the table with her head bowed, Evie about jumped out of her skin when there was a loud banging at her door.
"Evie, Evie, you open this door. Where is that dammed dog of yours. Do you know what that mutt has done.?" Harry Fisk was all puffed up, beet red angry and holding a squalling miniature version of Inky out at arm's length. "Look at this." he thundered.
"Benny says he has all three guys that I saw in the woods," Clora reported to her Grandma. "I'm gonna walk over to Ev and Cheryl's and let them know what has happened. You wanna go with?" she asked Lainey and Evie.
"I don't believe so," Evie replied. "This old gal is gonna sit down, and enjoy a cup of coffee. I've had quite enough excitement for today, thank you very much!"
"Sure," Lainey answered happily. She felt like she had been drug through a knothole backwards, but needed to escape the questioning. That old lady knew more about her, than her own mother could handle. Evie had suggested that she ask Ben to get a message to her folks, and Lainey gulped. With all that had happened, she had completely forgotten about Kent and MaryLou Lawrence. Her folks would be wild with worry.
Clora agreed to walk to town after visiting with Cheryl and her sister Sandy. Filling Lainey in about the neighbors, she let her know that Sandy considered Wayne to be her special guy. Lainey thought that Sandy just might have poor taste in men, from the little she had seen of Wayne. But, who was she to judge. There was no accounting for some people's taste.
Inky walked over to Ev's with them, but Lainey made sure that the huge dog kept to the opposite side of Clora. There was no way she was getting near that pony sized Cujo.
Ruby barked to let her people know there were visitors coming. Sandy eased the door open with the point of Ev's old Enfield and carefully took note of who was approaching. Raising the point of the rifle up, she opened the door completely and invited the company in.
"Tea?" Sandy asked, handing a mug of mint to Cheryl.
"Yes please," said Lainey; "no thanks," smiled Clora.
"Sandy, Wayne has been hurt," Clora grabbed her sister's hand. "Sit down, hear me out." she ordered as Sandy whirled around to start running for town. "He's in town, at Doc's. Lainey needs to go to town, so you two go and I'll stay here, if it's alright with Cheryl?"
"Certainly," Cheryl shooed the two girls to the door. Sandra took off running, but stopped and passed her hand over her face to wipe the tears. Lainey caught up with her, and introduced herself, as they walked rapidly towards town.
"What happened to you?" Sandy wanted to know. Lainey laughed as she explained. "That is the craziest house I have ever been near. Is it always like that?"
"Most of the time," Sandy said absently, rubbing her arm. "Did you see Wayne?" she asked choking with emotion.
"No," Lainey answered. "I was trapped at the table covered with glass." Lainey studied the younger girl as they walked. Clora had not said how old Sandy was, but Lainey was thinking she wasn't old enough to have this type of reaction to a guy. Strange indeed.
Doc and Inga worked feverishly over Wayne, finally they had him stabilized in Doc's estimation. Things were finally quiet, then Sandy hit the clinic.
Phillips finally had to give the distraught young woman a sedative, and had to threaten to prevent her from seeing Wayne if she didn't calm down.
Lainey couldn't handle the drama, so she whispered to Inga that she had to leave. Inga nodded sympathetically, and saw her to the door. "How's the hand," she asked warmly.
Lainey shrugged, "it hurts. I keep trying to keep it up, but today has been such an uproar, I just gave up."
"Let's use this." Inga went to the cupboard and returned with a used cloth and velcro sling. "We really would appreciate you returning this when your done. We are terrible short of supplies," she finished with an apologetic smile.
"Will do." Lainey strapped the sling over her shoulder and settled her arm in gingerly. "Oh, that feels so much better," she enthused. Thank you."
Lainey asked for directions to the Sheriff's office, "I need to see if Ben would help me contact my parents."
Inga half smiled at the use of Ben. Aha! this might be interesting, she was thinking. Good, this small town needs some excitement.
Ben, Jennings and Alan were huddled around a radio blaring static when Lainey opened the office door. Ben looked up and put his finger to his lips, and Lainey nodded. He pointed to a chair, and she sat. J kept fiddling with the knobs and the static faded and then blared full force, making Lainey jump.
Alan looked up and frowned at her, almost making a face of disgust. He opened his mouth to say something, and then a word came through the scratchy noise. "Total destruction," sounded out loud and clear.
J. leaned back and stood up. Shaking his head, he walked to the window and stared out at the town. Not many people survived the giant wave and the scouring of the land. His commander had said close to 5 million people had died, but J had doubted his numbers. Now, he wasn't so sure. The headquarters had been destroyed, men, cars and equipment destroyed, it made him sick to his stomach to think of his brother's in arms gone.
Lainey closed her eyes. It really wasn't fair to ask Ben to take the time to try and contact her folks. She didn't feel she had the right, considering what she had just heard. Propping her chin with her hand, she looked at life outside the small town and found what she had known was now gone. That changed her perspective and goals. Deeply introspective, she missed the exchange between the men as they looked at her and then themselves.
Benny coughed and Lainey came back to the present. "I came to see if you gentlemen know where there would be a job? I need to be gainfully employed," she said ruefully.
"That's one thing we've been talking about," Benny admitted. "You and Clora starting a school here in town. No supplies, only kids and a teacher." he looked doubtful she would consider the idea.
"Let me talk to Clora," she stalled, thinking furiously. Oh boy, what a challenge.
Ev listened to a hysterical Sandy pace up and down the room. On his back staring at the ceiling, he lay on hot salt packs to ease his strained and sprained back. He couldn't see Sandy, but he could sure hear her. What a mouth that little miss was spewing. If her Grandmother had any idea she was talking like a drunken sailor, she would have poured the dish soap in by the bottleful.
Finally she walked herself calm, and Doc let her in to see Wayne.
Evie was enjoying the absolute quiet. No noise, no problems, drama or meals to fix for hungry people. Old ladies need to rest more, she told herself. "Thank you Lord," she said aloud. Moved to pray, she thanked her gratitude for her many blessings. Evie prayed for Wayne's healing, for the people hurt by the tsunami, and for peace and quiet for those souls that perished.
Sitting at the table with her head bowed, Evie about jumped out of her skin when there was a loud banging at her door.
"Evie, Evie, you open this door. Where is that dammed dog of yours. Do you know what that mutt has done.?" Harry Fisk was all puffed up, beet red angry and holding a squalling miniature version of Inky out at arm's length. "Look at this." he thundered.
No3buckshot
Deceased
PNW,
I learned to keep track of the chapter numbers to know what I have read.
Without that you click on a story and read, and you keep thinking "I think I read this before" till finally you hit the new stuff.
That is the ONLY reason I ask about the chapter numbers when the get hosed up.
This is a great job just like the other two stories in this series (so far) are.
Buckshot
I learned to keep track of the chapter numbers to know what I have read.
Without that you click on a story and read, and you keep thinking "I think I read this before" till finally you hit the new stuff.
That is the ONLY reason I ask about the chapter numbers when the get hosed up.
This is a great job just like the other two stories in this series (so far) are.
Buckshot
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Inky puppies lol.
bad_karma00
Underachiever
Would we call them Pinkys?
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#31
"Harry, nice to see you," Evie tried to be polite in the face of such bluster and ire. "I must say, that pup sure looks like Inky, doesn't he,..or she?" It was difficult to get Harry to talk as he was still spitting mad.
"It's another mouth I don't need to feed," he raged on. "Why didn't you keep the monster mutt at home, where he belongs. Chasing after my Gertie like that, I think it's a crying shame you don't own up to your responsibility, I demand that you take this pup and keep track of both of them. I want you to keep them at home where they belong."
Evie tried to stifle a grin. "Let me call the accused," she snickered. Stepping to the door she whistled towards Ev's. Inky perked his ears and started for home. Half way across the pasture, Inky was joined by an equally large, white Anatolian livestock guard dog. The two of them ran and played, circling, woofing and barking, chasing each other as they gamboled across the pasture.
Inky walked in the kitchen, tracking in ash and dirt. He stopped still when he caught sight of the pup. He had an extremely guilty look mixed with pride at the size of the little fellow.
"See, just like him," Harry renewed his anger at the dog he knew had seduced his Gertie. The other shadow pushed at the door and walked in to give the puppy a slurpy cleaning.
"Gertie, why your nothing but a wanton hussy!" Harry yelled, madder than ever that his dog had come calling on Inky, rather than visa-versa. "Get your self home," Harry shouted louder than ever. "How dare you leave the sheep."
Gertie licked at the pup one more time and walked out. Harry dropped the puppy between Inky's paws and stormed out.
If there would have been glass in the door, it would have broken when Harry slammed it shut.
"Tell Bessie I said hi," Evie called after him. She thought Harry grunted, but couldn't be sure cause he was making tracks.
Clora looked at the interior of the house, at Cheryl and Christy. "How long since the chores were done"
"Two days," Cheryl swept aside the Afghan she was tucked under, and struggled to get up. A spasm of pain caught her and knocked her back down.
"Cheryl, please stay down. You have to decide if this baby is worth taking care of yourself."
Trust Clora to get right to the point, Cheryl thought sourly. She always has been one to get right to the point. She was right, she and Ev really did want this baby. God was giving them another miracle, right during destruction and misery rampant in the world.
Cheryl looked at Clora and nodded her acquiesce.
Clora went to the barn. The shut in cattle had left a terrible mess, the wiener pigs were hungry and the chickens were out of water and feed. Clora rolled up her sleeves and went to work, no use wishing there was help to do the heavy stuff.
Hours later a dirty and tired Clora stepped on the porch with a basket of eggs. It had been a long time since the school teacher Clora had done this much physical work. Stopping to pull off her manure covered shoes, and pull up her socks, Clora walked into the house.
The fire was dying, wood needed to be brought in and supper would be late. Clora could see where Sandy had done quite a bit, but back to the porch for her shoes and a trip to the woodshed was in order.
"Christy, get your shoes on, you can help bring in wood." Clora mentioned chores to the youngster playing beside her mother.
Cheryl started to object that Christy was too young, but buttoned it up at Clora's warning look. Clora thought that was some of the problem. Not enough chores for the youngest Wilson was going to bite them some day. Clora discovered she thought more like Grandma than she was comfortable acknowledging.
If you even looked bored, Grandma had work that could be done. Nobody ever said 'I'm bored, there's nothing to do," at Evie's.
The main trouble was, Grandma would be right there working with you. She would show you how to do the work, and you practiced until it was done right and to her satisfaction.
Clora thought Sandy probably had it the easiest of them all. Being the youngest, she got away with murder, compared to the way she and Benny had to work..
Christy pitched right in, hauling wood until the woodbox was full. Clora filled the firebox and started the stew cooking. A bowl full of premixed flour was waiting for the sourdough starter, supper was back on track.
"Daddy's coming," Christy stood at the window, watching the headlights bouncing along the unmaintained road. "I'm hungry, I hope he hurry's up."
Clora put plates on the table, and the biscuits in the oven to bake. The quick, hot oven about the right temperature, her hand tested the heat as she slid the pan inside. There was a plate of comb with honey and a bowl of butter she placed in the center of the table.
Dishes should be easy, Clora thought. They were all hungry and slicked up every last drop of the meal. Sandy hadn't planned on enough food, Clora thought with her own hunger not completely satisfied. She left a good portion of her meal in the bowl for Ev. He wolfed down his supper and pushed painfully back from the table.
"Got to get the chores done," he mumbled.
"Clora did them," Christy bragged. "We got 15 eggs." she spun around in a circle. "I get scrambled eggs for breakfast." she was sing song humming. "Good for me, good for me."
"Harry, nice to see you," Evie tried to be polite in the face of such bluster and ire. "I must say, that pup sure looks like Inky, doesn't he,..or she?" It was difficult to get Harry to talk as he was still spitting mad.
"It's another mouth I don't need to feed," he raged on. "Why didn't you keep the monster mutt at home, where he belongs. Chasing after my Gertie like that, I think it's a crying shame you don't own up to your responsibility, I demand that you take this pup and keep track of both of them. I want you to keep them at home where they belong."
Evie tried to stifle a grin. "Let me call the accused," she snickered. Stepping to the door she whistled towards Ev's. Inky perked his ears and started for home. Half way across the pasture, Inky was joined by an equally large, white Anatolian livestock guard dog. The two of them ran and played, circling, woofing and barking, chasing each other as they gamboled across the pasture.
Inky walked in the kitchen, tracking in ash and dirt. He stopped still when he caught sight of the pup. He had an extremely guilty look mixed with pride at the size of the little fellow.
"See, just like him," Harry renewed his anger at the dog he knew had seduced his Gertie. The other shadow pushed at the door and walked in to give the puppy a slurpy cleaning.
"Gertie, why your nothing but a wanton hussy!" Harry yelled, madder than ever that his dog had come calling on Inky, rather than visa-versa. "Get your self home," Harry shouted louder than ever. "How dare you leave the sheep."
Gertie licked at the pup one more time and walked out. Harry dropped the puppy between Inky's paws and stormed out.
If there would have been glass in the door, it would have broken when Harry slammed it shut.
"Tell Bessie I said hi," Evie called after him. She thought Harry grunted, but couldn't be sure cause he was making tracks.
Clora looked at the interior of the house, at Cheryl and Christy. "How long since the chores were done"
"Two days," Cheryl swept aside the Afghan she was tucked under, and struggled to get up. A spasm of pain caught her and knocked her back down.
"Cheryl, please stay down. You have to decide if this baby is worth taking care of yourself."
Trust Clora to get right to the point, Cheryl thought sourly. She always has been one to get right to the point. She was right, she and Ev really did want this baby. God was giving them another miracle, right during destruction and misery rampant in the world.
Cheryl looked at Clora and nodded her acquiesce.
Clora went to the barn. The shut in cattle had left a terrible mess, the wiener pigs were hungry and the chickens were out of water and feed. Clora rolled up her sleeves and went to work, no use wishing there was help to do the heavy stuff.
Hours later a dirty and tired Clora stepped on the porch with a basket of eggs. It had been a long time since the school teacher Clora had done this much physical work. Stopping to pull off her manure covered shoes, and pull up her socks, Clora walked into the house.
The fire was dying, wood needed to be brought in and supper would be late. Clora could see where Sandy had done quite a bit, but back to the porch for her shoes and a trip to the woodshed was in order.
"Christy, get your shoes on, you can help bring in wood." Clora mentioned chores to the youngster playing beside her mother.
Cheryl started to object that Christy was too young, but buttoned it up at Clora's warning look. Clora thought that was some of the problem. Not enough chores for the youngest Wilson was going to bite them some day. Clora discovered she thought more like Grandma than she was comfortable acknowledging.
If you even looked bored, Grandma had work that could be done. Nobody ever said 'I'm bored, there's nothing to do," at Evie's.
The main trouble was, Grandma would be right there working with you. She would show you how to do the work, and you practiced until it was done right and to her satisfaction.
Clora thought Sandy probably had it the easiest of them all. Being the youngest, she got away with murder, compared to the way she and Benny had to work..
Christy pitched right in, hauling wood until the woodbox was full. Clora filled the firebox and started the stew cooking. A bowl full of premixed flour was waiting for the sourdough starter, supper was back on track.
"Daddy's coming," Christy stood at the window, watching the headlights bouncing along the unmaintained road. "I'm hungry, I hope he hurry's up."
Clora put plates on the table, and the biscuits in the oven to bake. The quick, hot oven about the right temperature, her hand tested the heat as she slid the pan inside. There was a plate of comb with honey and a bowl of butter she placed in the center of the table.
Dishes should be easy, Clora thought. They were all hungry and slicked up every last drop of the meal. Sandy hadn't planned on enough food, Clora thought with her own hunger not completely satisfied. She left a good portion of her meal in the bowl for Ev. He wolfed down his supper and pushed painfully back from the table.
"Got to get the chores done," he mumbled.
"Clora did them," Christy bragged. "We got 15 eggs." she spun around in a circle. "I get scrambled eggs for breakfast." she was sing song humming. "Good for me, good for me."
bad_karma00
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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
I bet Ev is thankful the chores are done lol.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#32
The dust from Harry's stormy leavetaking had hardly settled, when Inky let Evie know someone else was coming.
"Good Grief," she darkly muttered, "a body can't catch a minute of peace and quiet around here, when's an old lady to get a nap?"
It was a strange rig, with a strange woman driving. At least she was driving slow, not creating clouds of dust and ash as Harry did.
Evie slipped the cabbage stomper in her pocket, while Inky stood on his hind legs and stuck his head out the window-less door. His deep bark enough warning to give a reasonable person pause.
Lainey got out of the opposite side and the back doors of the Suburban opened and kids spilled out like the clown car at the circus.
"Grandma, this is Tammy McCann; she is J's wife."
Evie looked blank, everyone had forgotten she hadn't met Jennings and his family. Momentary confusion over, everyone was introduced. "Tammy, I'm sorry, I can't remember your kid's names," Lainey apologized as she looked in dismay at the horde of children crowding around Inky and Junior.
"That's OK," Tammy said drolly, "half the time I don't either," she clapped her hands and sent the mob outside.
Evie rubbed her forehead, such a commotion. It was hard to hear with all the talking and shouting going on.
"Tammy," she said tiredly, "I didn't hear half of what you said. I'm sorry, my hearing isn't what it used to be."
"Benny sent us out here," Lainey said with a blush. "Tammy has a window for the door."
"Oh, how thoughtful," Evie perked up with the welcome information. "Thank you in advance for coming out."
Tammy went to work, taking the door off it's hinges and taking it to the back of the suburban.
Evie sat down with a gentlewoman thump. "Lordy," she was tired. "Lainey, how is everyone in town, who is doing what?" she questioned.
"Brett sent a big pot of soup out with us, he said not to cook today." Lainey reported. "People here seem OK, but out there," and she swept her hand around the world. "It's really bad. I heard a bit of a radio broadcast at Sheriff's office and they were talking about total destruction along the coastline. I lost everything," her voice trailed off to a whisper. "Even my cat," she said with a catch in her voice.
"I wanted to ask Ben if he would try and contact my folks, but they are so swamped with official business I just couldn't do it," Clora's friend spoke sadly. "I imagine my folks are frantic."
Evie patted her hand and clucked in sympathy. "So sorry honey, give it a couple of days to slow down and cool off. That's the best we can do." The Grandmother looked out the window to see where the other woman was; "So, tell me about Tammy," she started.
Clora watched the vehicle pull up in Grandmother's yard. She kept track of the intrusion until she saw Lainey get out. Couldn't be too careful these days, especially after this morning.
By the time Tammy finished the door and rehung it, the shadows were shutting off daylight. Tammy declined a supper invitation, called her kids, loaded up and headed back to town.
Evie warmed up a small panful of soup, one of Brett's famous menages of potato, lentil and white bean with curry. Tired, she ate some but was overjoyed when Lainey collected the dishes, washed and shut up the house for the night.
During the deepest sleep of the night, Evie dreamed someone was knocking on her door. Finally, when Inky started barking, Evie realized someone was knocking.
"Grandma, Grandma, wake up. Wayne's real bad and he is asking for you," Benny was bellowing at the top of his lungs.
The dust from Harry's stormy leavetaking had hardly settled, when Inky let Evie know someone else was coming.
"Good Grief," she darkly muttered, "a body can't catch a minute of peace and quiet around here, when's an old lady to get a nap?"
It was a strange rig, with a strange woman driving. At least she was driving slow, not creating clouds of dust and ash as Harry did.
Evie slipped the cabbage stomper in her pocket, while Inky stood on his hind legs and stuck his head out the window-less door. His deep bark enough warning to give a reasonable person pause.
Lainey got out of the opposite side and the back doors of the Suburban opened and kids spilled out like the clown car at the circus.
"Grandma, this is Tammy McCann; she is J's wife."
Evie looked blank, everyone had forgotten she hadn't met Jennings and his family. Momentary confusion over, everyone was introduced. "Tammy, I'm sorry, I can't remember your kid's names," Lainey apologized as she looked in dismay at the horde of children crowding around Inky and Junior.
"That's OK," Tammy said drolly, "half the time I don't either," she clapped her hands and sent the mob outside.
Evie rubbed her forehead, such a commotion. It was hard to hear with all the talking and shouting going on.
"Tammy," she said tiredly, "I didn't hear half of what you said. I'm sorry, my hearing isn't what it used to be."
"Benny sent us out here," Lainey said with a blush. "Tammy has a window for the door."
"Oh, how thoughtful," Evie perked up with the welcome information. "Thank you in advance for coming out."
Tammy went to work, taking the door off it's hinges and taking it to the back of the suburban.
Evie sat down with a gentlewoman thump. "Lordy," she was tired. "Lainey, how is everyone in town, who is doing what?" she questioned.
"Brett sent a big pot of soup out with us, he said not to cook today." Lainey reported. "People here seem OK, but out there," and she swept her hand around the world. "It's really bad. I heard a bit of a radio broadcast at Sheriff's office and they were talking about total destruction along the coastline. I lost everything," her voice trailed off to a whisper. "Even my cat," she said with a catch in her voice.
"I wanted to ask Ben if he would try and contact my folks, but they are so swamped with official business I just couldn't do it," Clora's friend spoke sadly. "I imagine my folks are frantic."
Evie patted her hand and clucked in sympathy. "So sorry honey, give it a couple of days to slow down and cool off. That's the best we can do." The Grandmother looked out the window to see where the other woman was; "So, tell me about Tammy," she started.
Clora watched the vehicle pull up in Grandmother's yard. She kept track of the intrusion until she saw Lainey get out. Couldn't be too careful these days, especially after this morning.
By the time Tammy finished the door and rehung it, the shadows were shutting off daylight. Tammy declined a supper invitation, called her kids, loaded up and headed back to town.
Evie warmed up a small panful of soup, one of Brett's famous menages of potato, lentil and white bean with curry. Tired, she ate some but was overjoyed when Lainey collected the dishes, washed and shut up the house for the night.
During the deepest sleep of the night, Evie dreamed someone was knocking on her door. Finally, when Inky started barking, Evie realized someone was knocking.
"Grandma, Grandma, wake up. Wayne's real bad and he is asking for you," Benny was bellowing at the top of his lungs.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
OH no poor Wayne and Sandy. Thank you for tonights chapter.
I second what Debralee said!
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#33
Evie was grumbling, almost out loud, and it escalated to a roar when she stepped in a puppy puddle. Benny was letting himself in with his key when his Grandma shrieked; he grabbed his weapon and looked for the trouble.
Lainey came running in the room, and her shriek was louder and higher when she stepped in a squishy spot that squoshed up between her toes. "Oh eewww! Is that what I think it is," her octaves higher voice kept climbing.
Inky had Junior tucked beside him out of sight, hoping that the little tyke would stay unnoticed. It appeared the humans weren't too fond of a puppy's interpretation of where to potty.
Benny finally got the door unlocked and burst into the room, wild eyed, ready for action with gun drawn. The Sheriff's flashlight the only source of light, shining straight into the women's eyes blinding them as to his identity. Lainey screamed and by instinct alone, shoved the kitchen chair at the intruder.
The chair flew the few feet separating Lainey from the burglar, catching the armed intruder by surprise and in a compromising area of his anatomy.
There was a woosh of breath, as Benny grabbed the chair as he wobbled and started to double over.
"Get him Grandma! Hit him with the stomper!" Lainey was shouting. "Be careful he's got a gun." As Lainey got more excited, Inky started barking with Junior adding yips.
Evie ordered sternly, "Benny put that light down, your blinding us for heavens sake."
"Ben?" Lainey asked with disbelief. "I thought you were a burglar," she said to the suddenly still darkness.
"I'm no burglar," Ben said with a strangled sound. "Grandma, Wayne's dying, he's asked for you and we don't have time for this."
"I've got to change my socks," Evie said calmly. "Would you put Inky and Junior out in the barn for me, I'm not leaving that puppy in the house."
"Sure," Benny agreed. "Get a move on Grandma, this is as serious as Wayne's first beating; he took a knife to the ribs that punctured his lung."
Evie hurried to comply, while Benny moved the dogs outside. Lainey found a rag and a coffee can that she filled with water. Working in the dim fire light of the insert window, she wiped up the puppy messes and washed her foot. How gross it was living with all these crazy people. Nothing normal ever went on around here, if it wasn't as outlandish as life could get, it didn't happen.
"I'll be back," Evie said over her shoulder as she walked out the door. Benny wasted no time in getting back to town, Doc had said it was only a matter of time for Wayne. Benny sighed hard. This life they were having wasn't very fair.
Evie slipped into the dimly lit room and touched Sandy on the shoulder. "Hi honey, how is he.?" Sandy looked up with tear stained face. "Not good, we need some of your powerful praying Grandma. You got him through last time, but this one is worse," she said with a teary hiccup.
"Then I need your help." Evie said decisively. "When you love someone that has been hurt, you pray that God's will be done, you pray for the hand of God to sustain you and the injured person, and you pray for God's mercy. Let us begin!"
Benny listened as Grandma commenced praying. Strong, powerful words that that he moved his lips to echo. Sandra prayed with her aching heart and childish desires. Off and on, Inga slipped in to sit and add her strength to the people and prayers. Doc stood in the doorway, lending his presence but not believing in what was happening.
Brett came, as did Clora when Ev sent her in for a few hours. The small family stood in God's word as they prayed for one of their own. One day stretched to two, then three as Wayne held his own. Doc shook his head, not understanding the powerful belief. Evie prayed until her voice was only a whisper, and when that failed her, her lips kept moving.
Wayne didn't die. He had an excruiating slow return to life, but God answered the prayers of his believers. Doc took Wayne's pulse and listened to his heart and shook his head. How, he didn't know.
The fourth day Evie collapsed, her forehead bending over to touch the bed. She had used herself up, inside out and upside down she had given her best.
Benny picked her up and placed her on the cot they brought into the room. "She doesn't weigh a thing, Doc is she sick or something? I think this confounded skirt of hers is half of her weight."
" It's a long story, but she gonna keep loosing height and weight, she fits the osteoporosis's stereotype. How old is she?"
Benny and Brett conferred between themselves, then sent for Inga. Close to 78 or 80 was as close as they could come.
"I don't have a chart on her," Doc confessed, "so I wasn't sure."
Evie and Wayne slept for a full day. Evie woke and asked for water and some of Brett's soup. Delighted to contribute something positive, Brett sent over a huge pot of potato soup for the whole group. Trey came with him and bounced on Evie's cot. She eventually had to lay her hand on his arm. Without saying a word, she stilled the child.
Personally, Doc thought Trey was the worst little boy he had the misfortune to know. Little monster was the kindest title he could bestow on the little brat. Inga had banned him from visiting the clinic, he usually caused such a ruckus.
"I need to go home Benny," Evie gave her grandson a sleepy smile. "I'm ashamed for leaving Lainey alone for so long. Could you help us and try and contact her parents, she's too afraid to interfere with your work to ask your help."
Benny understood in a flash the couple of times Lainey has started to ask him a question, and then backed away.
"I can do that Grandma, when do you want to leave?"
They were getting ready to go, when Alan came running in. "The police helicopter has been shot down, we need you pronto!"
Evie was grumbling, almost out loud, and it escalated to a roar when she stepped in a puppy puddle. Benny was letting himself in with his key when his Grandma shrieked; he grabbed his weapon and looked for the trouble.
Lainey came running in the room, and her shriek was louder and higher when she stepped in a squishy spot that squoshed up between her toes. "Oh eewww! Is that what I think it is," her octaves higher voice kept climbing.
Inky had Junior tucked beside him out of sight, hoping that the little tyke would stay unnoticed. It appeared the humans weren't too fond of a puppy's interpretation of where to potty.
Benny finally got the door unlocked and burst into the room, wild eyed, ready for action with gun drawn. The Sheriff's flashlight the only source of light, shining straight into the women's eyes blinding them as to his identity. Lainey screamed and by instinct alone, shoved the kitchen chair at the intruder.
The chair flew the few feet separating Lainey from the burglar, catching the armed intruder by surprise and in a compromising area of his anatomy.
There was a woosh of breath, as Benny grabbed the chair as he wobbled and started to double over.
"Get him Grandma! Hit him with the stomper!" Lainey was shouting. "Be careful he's got a gun." As Lainey got more excited, Inky started barking with Junior adding yips.
Evie ordered sternly, "Benny put that light down, your blinding us for heavens sake."
"Ben?" Lainey asked with disbelief. "I thought you were a burglar," she said to the suddenly still darkness.
"I'm no burglar," Ben said with a strangled sound. "Grandma, Wayne's dying, he's asked for you and we don't have time for this."
"I've got to change my socks," Evie said calmly. "Would you put Inky and Junior out in the barn for me, I'm not leaving that puppy in the house."
"Sure," Benny agreed. "Get a move on Grandma, this is as serious as Wayne's first beating; he took a knife to the ribs that punctured his lung."
Evie hurried to comply, while Benny moved the dogs outside. Lainey found a rag and a coffee can that she filled with water. Working in the dim fire light of the insert window, she wiped up the puppy messes and washed her foot. How gross it was living with all these crazy people. Nothing normal ever went on around here, if it wasn't as outlandish as life could get, it didn't happen.
"I'll be back," Evie said over her shoulder as she walked out the door. Benny wasted no time in getting back to town, Doc had said it was only a matter of time for Wayne. Benny sighed hard. This life they were having wasn't very fair.
Evie slipped into the dimly lit room and touched Sandy on the shoulder. "Hi honey, how is he.?" Sandy looked up with tear stained face. "Not good, we need some of your powerful praying Grandma. You got him through last time, but this one is worse," she said with a teary hiccup.
"Then I need your help." Evie said decisively. "When you love someone that has been hurt, you pray that God's will be done, you pray for the hand of God to sustain you and the injured person, and you pray for God's mercy. Let us begin!"
Benny listened as Grandma commenced praying. Strong, powerful words that that he moved his lips to echo. Sandra prayed with her aching heart and childish desires. Off and on, Inga slipped in to sit and add her strength to the people and prayers. Doc stood in the doorway, lending his presence but not believing in what was happening.
Brett came, as did Clora when Ev sent her in for a few hours. The small family stood in God's word as they prayed for one of their own. One day stretched to two, then three as Wayne held his own. Doc shook his head, not understanding the powerful belief. Evie prayed until her voice was only a whisper, and when that failed her, her lips kept moving.
Wayne didn't die. He had an excruiating slow return to life, but God answered the prayers of his believers. Doc took Wayne's pulse and listened to his heart and shook his head. How, he didn't know.
The fourth day Evie collapsed, her forehead bending over to touch the bed. She had used herself up, inside out and upside down she had given her best.
Benny picked her up and placed her on the cot they brought into the room. "She doesn't weigh a thing, Doc is she sick or something? I think this confounded skirt of hers is half of her weight."
" It's a long story, but she gonna keep loosing height and weight, she fits the osteoporosis's stereotype. How old is she?"
Benny and Brett conferred between themselves, then sent for Inga. Close to 78 or 80 was as close as they could come.
"I don't have a chart on her," Doc confessed, "so I wasn't sure."
Evie and Wayne slept for a full day. Evie woke and asked for water and some of Brett's soup. Delighted to contribute something positive, Brett sent over a huge pot of potato soup for the whole group. Trey came with him and bounced on Evie's cot. She eventually had to lay her hand on his arm. Without saying a word, she stilled the child.
Personally, Doc thought Trey was the worst little boy he had the misfortune to know. Little monster was the kindest title he could bestow on the little brat. Inga had banned him from visiting the clinic, he usually caused such a ruckus.
"I need to go home Benny," Evie gave her grandson a sleepy smile. "I'm ashamed for leaving Lainey alone for so long. Could you help us and try and contact her parents, she's too afraid to interfere with your work to ask your help."
Benny understood in a flash the couple of times Lainey has started to ask him a question, and then backed away.
"I can do that Grandma, when do you want to leave?"
They were getting ready to go, when Alan came running in. "The police helicopter has been shot down, we need you pronto!"
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
It sure seems so.Thank you Pac.
Jimbopithecus
Deceased
PNW, I have been witness to in the form of the beneficiary of just such a prayer from my nana when I was a young boy. You so very accurately capture the special connection that the granny women have with the Almighty!! You better look out when they lift you up to the Almighty for a blessing-you're going to get it!! Great story BTW!
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
I wanted to show that an everyday person that lives in and believes in their Lord has amazing prayer power. Evie is really
a nobody. Not rich, famous, or noteable in any way except she loves strongly and expects the best from everyone. It's suprising how people are willing to give their best back.
My material grandmother was a mean, blackhearted woman that thundered Bible quotations at the drop of a hat. She knew everyone's business, and never missed an opportunity to 'enlighten' them as how to improve their lot in life. What she got from people was what she gave them.
My paternal grandmother was a person much like Evie. She always gave more than she received, and boy did people like to be generous when they gave back.
We all have examples in our lives as how to conduct ourselves. I hope people choose to be generous with their souls.
a nobody. Not rich, famous, or noteable in any way except she loves strongly and expects the best from everyone. It's suprising how people are willing to give their best back.
My material grandmother was a mean, blackhearted woman that thundered Bible quotations at the drop of a hat. She knew everyone's business, and never missed an opportunity to 'enlighten' them as how to improve their lot in life. What she got from people was what she gave them.
My paternal grandmother was a person much like Evie. She always gave more than she received, and boy did people like to be generous when they gave back.
We all have examples in our lives as how to conduct ourselves. I hope people choose to be generous with their souls.
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You have done an amazing job of portraying exactly what you've described here. Thank you for setting this example before us!
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#34
The State Patrol helicopter crashed with 4 people aboard. Two State men and two FEMA representatives. The only way to get an accurate account of the mass destruction was a flyover. They had run 15 to 20 low level runs until the one that was shot down by a crazy fool.
Benny declined to come right in, saying that he needed to get his granny home. Alan was a pusher. a man unused to hearing the word no. Astounded that a minor player such as the Sheriff of this flea-bitten county would tell a representative of the Federal Government to buzz off, he snorted.
"There's nothing you can't handle." Benny reasoned with him shortly. "I won't be gone long."
"J, what's Dad doing? He could take Benny's Grandma home. What did you say her name was?" Alan pushed and pushed until the world revolved around his wants and wishes.
"No," Benny countered swiftly; "Grandma has been at the clinic with our brother. It wouldn't be the correct thing to do. I said I'll be back in a little bit," he stared at Alan, daring the obnoxious man to stuff his foot further in his mouth.
Alan snapped his mouth shut, seething at the comeback. "Who did that two bit lawman think he was," he muttered to J as his brother wrote down the latest message to come in over the radio.
"The man in charge," J returned with a straight face, "or have you forgotten why your here?"
Alan shoved his hands in his pockets and stared out the window. "Damm," was all he said.
The State Patrol helicopter crashed with 4 people aboard. Two State men and two FEMA representatives. The only way to get an accurate account of the mass destruction was a flyover. They had run 15 to 20 low level runs until the one that was shot down by a crazy fool.
Benny declined to come right in, saying that he needed to get his granny home. Alan was a pusher. a man unused to hearing the word no. Astounded that a minor player such as the Sheriff of this flea-bitten county would tell a representative of the Federal Government to buzz off, he snorted.
"There's nothing you can't handle." Benny reasoned with him shortly. "I won't be gone long."
"J, what's Dad doing? He could take Benny's Grandma home. What did you say her name was?" Alan pushed and pushed until the world revolved around his wants and wishes.
"No," Benny countered swiftly; "Grandma has been at the clinic with our brother. It wouldn't be the correct thing to do. I said I'll be back in a little bit," he stared at Alan, daring the obnoxious man to stuff his foot further in his mouth.
Alan snapped his mouth shut, seething at the comeback. "Who did that two bit lawman think he was," he muttered to J as his brother wrote down the latest message to come in over the radio.
"The man in charge," J returned with a straight face, "or have you forgotten why your here?"
Alan shoved his hands in his pockets and stared out the window. "Damm," was all he said.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you .
.PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Mr. Pac came home this afternoon. Much anticipated! Will finish the chapter later tonight.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#34b
Benny carefully handed Evie down from the SUV. As Grandma's went, this one was looking kinda frail and peaked. He appreciated the fact Lainey was holding the fort down, and he told he so. Looking straight at him, she blushed and mumbled something about being happy to be of any help.
"Grandma needs special care for a while. I would really be thankful if you would cook and clean and keep her from doing much," he shuffled his feet and happened to look over at Evie. She was getting ready to give him a modified look, but held her peace when she saw how concerned he was. Sometimes kids take all the fun out of being persnickety.
The first thing Evie noticed was that blamed city gal washed her coffee pot. Of all the low-downed, miserable things to have happened, her favorite old black speckled percolator was sitting on the insert in shiny clean splendor. Evie bet that it made terrible tasting coffee, probably weaker than a new born kitten.
Evie snuck a quick peek at Lainey's hands. One of her fancy nails were broken, and there was several roughed up spots. Humph, she deserved that. The very idea, washing her coffee pot. Really!
Lainey and Benny were just kinda standing there, acting like they didn't have a clue what to talk about or do next.
"Lainey would you make coffee please, Benny would you check the woodbox, where is that confounded pup? I don't want him underfoot." Evie decided she would have to break the ice, or those two would grow roots acting as dumb as they were.
Benny finished filling the wood box, but he noted that Lainey had kept it full. He approved, but didn't say anything. Lainey made coffee, but only used half as much as Evie usually did. Evie noticed.
Benny said goodnight and hustled back to town, he had a night's worth of work ahead of him. That Alan was a royal pain in the rear, the man obviously used to giving orders and having them carried out instantly. Must be a higher up mucky-muck, Benny decided. He dropped in and had a brief talk with Will, seeking guidance from an experienced lawman.
He was back in the office within the hour, but still got a sour look from Alan for all his pains. J had written another 3 pages of notes, and Benny fingered the piece of paper he had Lainey write the name of her parents. Making up his mind, he placed it on the table next to J. "Please make a contact," he requested. The phone and address are current."
J didn't say anything, but the first time Alan looked his way, J tapped the paper to direct his brother's attention to the name.
They had a problem. Lainey's father was a newpaper man known for deadly accurate columns and an uncanny nose for a story, consequences be hanged.
Benny carefully handed Evie down from the SUV. As Grandma's went, this one was looking kinda frail and peaked. He appreciated the fact Lainey was holding the fort down, and he told he so. Looking straight at him, she blushed and mumbled something about being happy to be of any help.
"Grandma needs special care for a while. I would really be thankful if you would cook and clean and keep her from doing much," he shuffled his feet and happened to look over at Evie. She was getting ready to give him a modified look, but held her peace when she saw how concerned he was. Sometimes kids take all the fun out of being persnickety.
The first thing Evie noticed was that blamed city gal washed her coffee pot. Of all the low-downed, miserable things to have happened, her favorite old black speckled percolator was sitting on the insert in shiny clean splendor. Evie bet that it made terrible tasting coffee, probably weaker than a new born kitten.
Evie snuck a quick peek at Lainey's hands. One of her fancy nails were broken, and there was several roughed up spots. Humph, she deserved that. The very idea, washing her coffee pot. Really!
Lainey and Benny were just kinda standing there, acting like they didn't have a clue what to talk about or do next.
"Lainey would you make coffee please, Benny would you check the woodbox, where is that confounded pup? I don't want him underfoot." Evie decided she would have to break the ice, or those two would grow roots acting as dumb as they were.
Benny finished filling the wood box, but he noted that Lainey had kept it full. He approved, but didn't say anything. Lainey made coffee, but only used half as much as Evie usually did. Evie noticed.
Benny said goodnight and hustled back to town, he had a night's worth of work ahead of him. That Alan was a royal pain in the rear, the man obviously used to giving orders and having them carried out instantly. Must be a higher up mucky-muck, Benny decided. He dropped in and had a brief talk with Will, seeking guidance from an experienced lawman.
He was back in the office within the hour, but still got a sour look from Alan for all his pains. J had written another 3 pages of notes, and Benny fingered the piece of paper he had Lainey write the name of her parents. Making up his mind, he placed it on the table next to J. "Please make a contact," he requested. The phone and address are current."
J didn't say anything, but the first time Alan looked his way, J tapped the paper to direct his brother's attention to the name.
They had a problem. Lainey's father was a newpaper man known for deadly accurate columns and an uncanny nose for a story, consequences be hanged.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you very much pac I know you have your hands full.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
I rented some equipment to help me care for hubby. A hospital bed, a Hoyer lift and other assorted items. Mr. Pac was loosing ground in the nursing home. Being away from the familiar and his bossy old wife {LOL} left him very bewildered and over medicated.
I see a wonderful improvement already. Our little homestead is really humming with activity. I have confidence it will all work out.
I see a wonderful improvement already. Our little homestead is really humming with activity. I have confidence it will all work out.