Again?
Copyright© 2016 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 10
"Come on," I said. "We need the lorry."
"Oooo, road trip!" Wendy said, "Where we going?"
"Promise you won't hit me again?"
"Okay."
"No, that won't work. You have to say it," I said.
"It," she giggled.
"Smart ass," I responded.
She wiggled it, "It has a mind of its own."
"Say, 'I promise I won't hit David when he tells me where we're going.'"
"I promise I won't hit David when he tells me where we're going," she said.
"Uncross your fingers and say it again," I told her.
"You are no fun," she said. "Oh, alright! I promise I won't hit David when he tells me where we're going."
"Pussy," I said.
OW!
She hit me again.
"Pussy..." "OW!" " ... is a town in France a little past Geneva." I said. "We're going to pick up the car advertised in the Match. I bought it."
"How do we get there?"
"Drive, that's why we need the lorry," I said.
"The lorry is in Arras."
"So, we go there first."
Hazebrouck to Arras by canal; check out of the hotel; pick up the lorry, fuel it up and grab a bite to eat, then Arras to the A26 ... get ticket for the toll... , A26 around Saint-Quentin, Saint-Quentin to Reims, around Reims picking up the A4. Take the 4 to the 26 split and get on the 26 again. We never really get OFF the 26 ... it's just that the French are like that...
We overnight in Dijon and buy some mustard ... it's the REAL Dijon.
South to Lyon.
Now the road gets tricky ... it's still the same road but it's a lot of turns.
Pussy!
We go to the correct address and knock.
"Who are you?" the man asks.
I identify myself and the man leads us around back. The car is in a barn and it's covered with a car tarp. The tarp is coated in pigeon shit. Removing the tarp we check things.
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