Abby, Two
Copyright© 2019 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 23
Steve’s fenders bolted ... all the holes fit ... the gauge was correct ... they looked perfect. Better than new.
“What colour?” Alice said.
“I thought the same as the body,” I said.
“I dunno,” she said.
“Google?”
We looked.
I, on my desktop, and she on her laptop. There was a ton of, “That’s nice,” and, “I like that.” A few “Eww’s,” and, one, “That’s positively ugly.”
Evidently, we were on the same page because the rejection exclamation was said like twins.
“Come here, look at this.” Twins again. We both got up and switched chairs. “Exactly.”
International orange, black running boards, chrome deluxe radiator trim and a 4 inch chop top.
“Are you sure?” said George. “If we chop it you can never go back.”
“Why not?” we said.
“Major changes to the metal.”
“We’ll check back,” we said, “Let’s go see daddy.”
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