Abby, Two
Copyright© 2019 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 20
That was one beautiful car ... er ... pickup ... er ... Utility. Suddenly dad’s Cobra paled beside it. Well ... the 1934 ute was still in the garage.
“Repco Auto, how may I direct your call?”
“I don’t know ... how about I tell you what I want and you direct me.”
“I can do that.”
“I have a 1934 Ford Ute in running condition. I want to make it pretty. Does your shop do that?”
CLICK ... BUZZ BUZZ
“Body Shop. George speaking.
“George, I have a 1934 Ford Ute in running condition. It’s not pretty.”
“David Austin’s ute?”
“Yes.”
“Same address?”
“I haven’t moved ... I assume you know where.”
“Move it out in the sunlight. I’m on my way.”
Ooo ... I hope it starts. I looked out the door. Alice is gone.
Good.
The ‘34 started ... rolled off. Puff puff pant eugh. Thank the Gods for a paved sloped driveway. I parked it on the street. Left it running.
Pretty soon, a pretty 1955 Ford Fairlane Crown Victoria, white over maroon pulled in, circled the cul-de-sac and parked behind the Ute. An elderly man got out, wiped an invisible smut with a soft cloth and walked up.
“Oooo ... dats purdy,” I said.
“Thanks,” said George.
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