Sunny Too
Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 22
“Dave! Abby! Myndee! G’day.”
“Day-ee, Jim.”
Abby said, “So this is the mysterious Jim.” She extended a hand. Jim wasn’t having any of that; she got a fantastic hug.
“Growing up, sheila,” He gave her the once-over, and stopped to look twice at selected places.
She blushed. “A milestone, Dad. First time I’ve been a sheila. Now I know I’m growing up.”
“Watch yer self, Jim,” I said.
“I’d rather watch Abby.”
“Two compliments. I swoon.” She placed one fluttering hand over her heart and flung the other to her forehead. “I do believe I’ll need to sit. Is there a handsome gentleman who will assist me.” That was said in a die away tone.
“She’s good, David,” Jim said.
“You have unleashed talents I never knew,” I replied. “Straighten up Abby ... as my dad used to say ... and fly right.”
Abby said, “Now, That would be interesting. Speaking of flying, Dean Porter...”
“He told me his name was Charles ... you’re saying his name is Dean?”
“Daddy ... don’t be stupid. I don’t have permission to call Doctor Porter Charles. But I can call him Dean because that’s what he does. You have permission to call him Charles ... but not Charley or Chuck ... Charles.”
“You were saying?”
“Dean Porter asked me when you were coming out for a flight.”
“Was I supposed to?”
“I guess. He’s a flight instructor and there’s a fishing notice on the Bulletin Board; Flight interest you? Contact Dean Porter. Licensed Flight Instructor.”
“Fishing? Charles?”
“That’s what we call it ... he’s fishing for students.”
“Like Sunday’s newspaper Ads for the Mitre.” I said, “They’re always running Loss-Leader ads to get people in the store ... and away from Bunning’s.”
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