Abby, Two
Copyright© 2019 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 39
No. Seriously ... the high piedmont west of the Blue is having a ‘porker’ problem. We bought a couple of chilled piglets in Sydney ... Vickies was not the only place we went. I had a yearning for ‘pig in the ground.’ All my rowdy friends are coming over tonight ... Big Aussie rules match on the telly.
Oh ... lest I forget ... I found the parts to fix the house unit in Sydney. Daddy is pissed...
“Who shall we call to do the repairs,” I will admit ... the statement was said a little more smugly than I should have used.
“I don’t care ... call who you like.” That was almost regal. Yup ... daddy is pissed.
I checked the ‘net ... fingered my way down to the only 5.0 in the comments. Daddy had called the first listing ... wasn’t going to use them ... nope ... they were the ones who called in the backorder.
I clicked on my choice ... WEBSITE ... well ... how about that. “Affiliates in Canberra, Cowra, Dubbo ... and Sydney.” Where I bought the parts. I ‘accidentally’ read the blurb out-loud ... a little louder than absolutely necessary. The Palace has double doors ... both of them slammed shut.
Daddy appeared half an hour later with a carton of liter cans. He was wet.
“You are wet,” I said.
“Raining.”
He proceeded to get ‘toasty.’
“Keys, Father,” I said.
He was ‘reluctant.’
“If you head out doors after three of those cans ... I’ll call the police,” I said. “Give me your keys.”
He huffed.
I huffed right back.
After his third liter I wrestled him to the ground, took his keys and locked his Shelby ... I’ve never met mom ... I don’t intend to lose the only parent I have.
I have never seen Daddy so despondent or that drunk. Then ... It dawned on me ... I am 20 ... today. Mom ... twentieth ... now I’m depressed.
Alice took my keys. I helped daddy finish the 24 pack.
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