Surprise Melody Flintkote. Part Two
Copyright© 2019 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 48
“Remember when you guys vacationed on the Island?” Junior said.
“We won’t be doing that again,” said Six.
Junior broke down. If Surprise hadn’t been flying from ‘Feet Wet’ over Lake Huron and knew what to do ... they’d have crashed.
Six was immediately contrite. Looking at me he said, “That was rather callous of me.”
Looking at Junior he said, “I’m sorry ... I’m sorry, Junior. I didn’t mean it.”
“It’s time I started living again,” Junior said. “I did get my revenge.”
Surprise said. “Junior ... You know these guys?”
“Hel yas ... all my life.” Junior did a double take. “You didn’t seem surprised, Surprise.”
“They’re pretty much responsible for my ‘interesting condition,’” I said.
“If you know who they are ... you hold a Watch.” She turned to Six, “What did you do?” It was Accusatory and Combative ... no doubt about it ... Junior knew these guys ... and knew them very well.
But, I gave no time for Six to answer, “They engineered a monster of a storm and transported the boat to a tropical island ... in the Sea of Azov.”
Junior thought a millisecond. “There aren’t any tropical islands in that part of Asia.” She believed me and rounded on Six ... finger point and all. “Don’t,” she said, shaking her finger. “I know you guys.” Condemnation personified.
“You don’t know what she did ... is doing ... going to do,” Six said.
“Which is it?”
“Our boss...”
“Mary, she’s nice. Surprise, you did something to Mary?”
I patted my belly, “I’m her mother.”
“So,” Junior said, “Not an immaculate conception.”
“Drunk night. Married man,” I grimmaced, “First time.”
“Ooo ... do tell,” Junior said. “I haven’t ... yet.”
“Well ... splash us down and I will.”
Splash us down meant start at the bridge on the east end of the lake. There’s quite a few seaplanes that call Pentwater summer home so there is a designated open lane buoyed off ... no parking. That doesn’t mean no crossing and Race Day is not a good day to insist on landing between Noon and 4PM. For sure there will be boats sailing. The largest class will be Optimist prams and they are also the youngest sailors ... who are immortal and sail where they want. Don’t run one down.
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