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Third Time's the Charm

Copyright© 2014 by Old Man with a Pen

Chapter 20

The shower cleaned up, Jeanine scrubbed, the suite aired and me cleaned up as good as possible ... that took some doing ... undiluted intestinal acid is hell on feet ... and toes ... Grace entered with several commercial cans of tomato juice ... hey ... it works on skunk spray ... and some vinegar ... and one big stiff bristled brush and scrubbed me and the bath to a fare-thee-well.

"WE ... that is ... you and Hineahuone, have reservations for dinner. Chop-chop ... get it done. Wine her, dine her and I'll meet you here for wherever we go for dancing. You too, Jeanine. We have to talk."

"My job..."

"Your job is to keep us happy so we stay ... so sayeth your boss. Unless you quit, you are our personal attendant for the duration."

"I should check..."

"You walk out that door and I'll tell him about Adventures in Girl Scouting."

"Blackmail?"

"Yup ... besides, I bought the Inn. You work for us now."

"Didn't know it was for sale."

"It's not."

"But ... you said you bought it."

"I did."

"Then ... oh, it's not for sale."

"You're smarter than I thought. I knew you were stubborn ... I thought that might be your only redeeming quality."

"What makes you think I'm stubborn."

"Because you followed us around all that summer."

"You really are them."

"We are."

"How did you do it... ?"

"Four people had to die ... the Austin Twins ... and the Andersons."

"But ... you came back ... how?"

"Only David knows. You do realize if you talk about it ... you'll probably end up dead."

"Then why did you tell me?"

"Your redeeming quality ... you wouldn't let it go until we did." Grace grinned at her.

It was a rueful grin, but Jeanine grinned back.

Hineahuone came out wearing ... I don't know ... but she looked damn all fine ... and orchids ... strategically placed orchids ... What the flowers didn't cover they displayed.

She looked at me, "You're not dressed."

"I'm covered," and I was, boxers, tee, white sox and a jewish beanie ... whatever they're called ... at least it wasn't a coffee filter and hairpins ... and nobody was blowing smoke up my ass either.

"You got just a few minutes to be happy ... because Hineahuone, Jeanine and I are going to pitch your young ass out on the balcony and lock the door," Grace said ... but I was half dressed by the time she said door. "Good boy."

 
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