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.”

And Alice said, “Damnit.”

“I hope the next good tan gets treated better,” I said.

“Well ... the super was polite and helpful.”

We both nodded at that.

“Lets head over Repco and see what George has for us.”

George had plenty.

“You two did a marvelous job on the body ... what are you doing about the fenders?” George was killing two birds with one stone.

“We found a set of fronts rears and running boards from Steve’s Auto Reproductions that are supposed to be an exact fit.”

“That had a hesitation in it,” George said ... he made that universal gesture that said ... tell me more.

“They’re in Orange.” Alice.

“And they’re very expensive.” Me.

“I’ve heard about Steve’s.” George.

“What?” Alice.

“They’re good.” George.

“How good?” Me.

“Do they fit?” Alice.

“Might have to relocate a hole or two.” George.

“Ok.” Me.

“You going to go get them?” George.

“I thought you should do it.” Alice.

“Me?” George.

“We don’t trust the trailer over distance.” Me.

“Besides...” Me.

“If you wreck ‘em you have better insurance.” Us.