Hairy Roadtrip
Chapter 3
Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen
<Jees ... you remembered.>
I thumped the side of my head, “Steel trap ... my mind is a steel trap.”
<We heard you thump it ... hollow steel ... very thin, very empty.>
“Cease and desist ... What house?”
<The one Maria de la Natividad Valero y Asensio rented from Karen.>
“Karen built a shack on my land?”
<Title is in her name.>
“How did that happen?”
<She wrote the check, Mr. K delivered title. She registered it. Her land.>
A different voice, <Wasn’t a shack.>
“Now there’s two?”
<You ain’t heard nothing yet.> said the voiceS in my head.
<It was a nice house ... it was just too close to the creek.>
“The flood was that bad?”
<You really need to go home. The new house... >
“What new house?”
<To replace the one in the creek. As I was saying ... the new house is in between the trees and the dump driveway.>
<East and north of the bunkhouse.>
“What about the trailer?”
<Guatemalans ... a passel of ‘em. Don’t ask.>