Abby, Two
Copyright© 2019 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 14
He tried. Really he did, but the flicker of disbelief was impossible to miss.
I invited him in and didn’t settle into the front office, no ... straight through to the big curly burly solid walnut desk I bought when daddy was gone. I moved around to my Fashion Minimalist Modern Reclining Real Leather Executive Massage Swivel Chair that I bought when the I didn’t like the ponderous matching chair that came with the twenty four thousand dollar desk.
I put That monstrosity on the penitent side of the desk. (Make ‘em comfortable before I took their balls.). I regretted that eight thousand dollar waste of my allowance. I had sent a slab of the same burly curly walnut to the manufacturer so the chair and desk would match. I will admit the materials matched and the workmanship was first rate. I just couldn’t sit in it.
I could sit in it ... I couldn’t nap ... and that’s the biggest reason for my Fashion Minimalist ... it reclines. I have spent the night in it. Some days I’m here too long to drive home ... so.
I sat on my chair on my side, he sat in my exceedingly ornate reject. The rat liked it. He settled in like ... well ... like he liked it.
He started, “Godmama wants to ... something?”
“Godmama?”
“The Queen.” As if that made all the difference
“Just making sure,” I said. I waved my hand in the gesture that says ‘please, continue.’
He hemmed, fluffed, and started ... again.
“Godmama wants to know.”
“Ah ... yes ... government,” I said.
His turn to make the continue gesture ... mine was nowhere as regal. I continued ... through lunch and tea and... “You drove over the hill.”
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