Abby, Two
Copyright© 2019 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 22
Abby and Alice, sisters from different mothers ... and fathers ... had hauled the ‘34 to George before they went to Services NSW. They went after because of the possible shitstorm.
Thunderbolts and lightning ... very very frightening ... but the man behind the glass called the number. Words ... many words ... angry words ... violence involved.
The window is one inch plexiglas and we can see but we can’t hear.
While the telephone repairman was replacing the shattered phone behind the window, the supervisor was outside discussing the trailer in the car park with our two women.
“That is the oldest Uhaul I’ve ever seen,” said the man behind the Supervisor tag pinned to his shirt.
“Me too,” said the girls ... like sisters.
They are obviously oriental and Alice is dark and oriental. I understand, he thinks to himself. The first clerk is a rabid Australian.
“I see no problem.”
Back inside, he issued a new title and trailer number plate, charged the tax on a dollar and sends them out the door. As the girls are moving away the supervisor is tearing the clerk a new one.
“Fly on the wall,” we said.
“Yeah,” we said.
I said, “That plexiglas is thick.”
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