E-peshawari
Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 4
I expected ... well ... ministers and court clerks, shotguns and bridesmaids, best man.
What I got was:
"When is your young man coming for his truck of logs?"
That was the wall speaking. Very interesting house. It was constantly frightening me half to death ... adding all the halves, I think I'm dead at least ten times.
"I don't know, daddy ... you ask him," said the pretty green girl.
"Mr..."
"I heard, I heard. As soon as I can, sir," I said.
"See to it ... and Mr. Johnson, We need to talk."
I was wondering when that boot was going to drop.
"Yes, sir. We'll talk about the elephant soon." At a loss, I tried Star Trek. "End Transmission."
I'll be damned ... it hung up.
Quandary: I did ... I did ... I did saw a lightning bolt.
It killed me ... and Josie ... and my truck ... and the logs ... and the cliff.
BUT! The logs and truck are at Josie's Dad's house ... and I'll just bet I know where the house is.
I didn't.
"Where are you going?" Josie asked.
"Your house," I explained.
"You've known me since I was three," she said, "And we haven't moved!"
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