Hairy Roadtrip
Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 12
I knew about the trailer. I understood the need for the ugly green General Steel building. Did she have to go Avocado? The damn thing looks like a huge 1970’s refrigerator.
Pulling down the driveway, ... nice drive ... pea gravel ... feels rolled and compacted ... when did she do this?
Wendy going nuts over the tipis in the yard ... and that’s another thing ... plural tipis? Anyway ... the house on the north side of the drive looked nice. Glancing across the pasture, I noticed the fence ... white painted board fence ... and it just kept going north ... Circle K? Back to the tipis.
“Karen?”
“Hairy?”
“What’s with the lodges?”
“I’m a dealer.”
Well ... I spluttered a minute ... dealer?
I was getting ready for a full bore inquisition, when Karen parked and left us stranded.
“Band practice,” she said.
She walked over to the new house, banged on the door and opened it.
“Sally! Practice!”
An extremely attractive Spanish young lady stepped out the door, hugged Karen and the two walked east toward the Avocado ... great ... just great, David ... you’re already calling the garage by its color. The pair were half way across the pasture when a car came rumbling north on Wolf Creek road. It blasted across the cattle guard by the trailer and slid to a stop just as the girls walked up the concrete approach to the awful green building.
Even from here I could see it was Tommy and his brother Bobby. The center door rolled up and the quartet walked in ... my concentration was interrupted by a voice from the yard.
“David ... I’m sleeping here tonight.”
“That’s nice ... What?”
“I’m sleeping here tonight.”
A Wendy head peered out the painted lodge door hole.
“Watch out for the bears!” I said.
And then it was quite hard to hear anything. The band fired up.
A rather pretty lady stepped out of the house on the north side of the drive ... she was followed by a passel of kids. The trailer erupted ... a bunch of short hispanics evacuated and headed for the Avocado. John and Helen from across the road passed me by.
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