Surprise Melody Flintkote
Copyright© 2018 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 24
The water turned cool before I woke up. Mattie was dozing in a chair, Cat firmly ensconced on her lap. I pulled the plug. What a neat tub, I thought. Cat leapt from Mattie’s lap and jumped in the draining water. He batted the plug from my hand and pushed it into the drain.
Mattie woke, looked at Cat and said, “Cats don’t like water.”
“First time for everything,” I said. I looked at Cat, “Is it warm enough?”
Cat maneuvered himself under the faucet and tapped the hot tap. He swam to the far end. When it was hot enough he paddled to the faucet, turned the tap off and rolled over on his back.
He was sleeping when Mattie and I left.
“I’ve organized a car. We have time to get to Slick Willy’s. You don’t look trendy. Slick Willy’s is the place for decent clothes.”
The car wasn’t just a car ... it was a 1948 Rolls Royce Silver Wraith 6 passenger limo built by Hooper. The driver looked familiar.
“Albert?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“None of that, unless you want me to call you Al. Do you?”
“Where to, Mel?”
“Much better. This is Mattie’s show ... ask her.”
“Slick Willy’s, Albert.”
“Shopping?”
“Yup.”
“I suppose I’ll have to carry?”
“Yeah.”
Macandrew to Beach to George. At Wickliffe Terrace, George makes a very slight turn to the west and magically becomes Dunedin- Port Chalmers Road. Just past St. Leonards Yacht Club, Dunedin- Port Chalmers makes another turn and becomes Ravensbourne ... at the roundabout, Ravensbourne went right and our road gained a number... 88 ... State Highway 88. It’s magic ... I tell you ... Magic!
Before 88 had a chance to regain a name, we turned right on Fredrick’s, left on George, right between a couple of buildings. Car park. Slick Willy’s. Let the violence begin.
I am glad I brought the bag ... the moneybag. My purse would never hold the cash I spent.
Two Hundred Ninteen Dollars and Tax for ONE pair of the most comfortable jeans I have ever worn in my life! I bought 5 pair. They fit ... I know ... I asked Albert. He stuttered just enough to convince me.
Before I was totally broke I managed to get out with the tail-end 0f ten thousand dollars. Ten Grand ... almost ... and not a single Levi’s trademark. Amazing!
My stomach announced. Mattie giggled, Albert laughed outright.
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