Sunny Corner
Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 16
Mitchell’s Creek, Sunny Corner, New South Wales, Australia:16
“Fuck!” I exclaimed. “Sorry Sister.”
Jim asked, “It’s for real?”
“I have to identify the body.” Agony personified.
“Who said?”
“Head Nursing Sister.”
“Agnes Jenkins,” Jim knew her. He snapped his fingers and held out his hand. Automatically, I put the phone in his hand.
“Agnes?” He asked.
“Jim? James Mac?”
“Yes, Agnes.” He queried, “Abbie’s dead?”
“James, while it is tragic, mortality in New South Wales is between six and seven per one hundred thousand births. She was just too small for a normal birth and she was delayed getting to the hospital.”
“Delayed?”
“One of our locals is an Australian,” she said it like it was all in caps and quotes.
“I see ... one of those guys.” Jim said, “Australia is for Australians.”
“And she is ... was ... dark and oriental. It probably didn’t make a difference ... she was just to small for a normal delivery. We couldn’t stop the bleeding ... it was massive,” she explained. “You’re a few hours away ... are you leaving soon?”
“About fifteen minutes ... hold on ... make it 30 ... we have a flat,” Jim said.
I turned and looked at the truck ... yup ... right rear. Changing it gave me something to do.
While that was going on, Jim and the miner and his herd loaded $18,070,000.00US, twenty three and a half million AU, worth of gold ... a half tonUS ... one thousand pounds or four hundred fifty four kilos in the back of my truck ... plus all our gear. It was going to be a very slow trip home ... and Jim drove.
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