Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 22
The start of the engines woke the boat.
Cynthia was the last to waddle to the helm. She was supporting her watermelon with both hands. “What’s wrong?”
Of course, she looked right at me when she said it ... and THIS time it was on me.
Tyke said, “We ran out of wind and had to motor.”
“Oh.” Then she said, “Why are we stopped?”
“We ran out of fuel.”
“Really? Why?”
“Current and head winds,” I said.
And Tyke ... yeah ... little miss stick her nose in it ... her ... the four year old ... SHE ups and said, “And we only had a quarter tank because ‘SOMEONE’ didn’t check when SHE was on watch and sailed right by the fuel dock yesterday.”
“Who screwed up?” growled Cynthia ... before she thought about WHO was Supposed to be on watch ... and then she did think it. “Oh. I was busy.”
And that’s as close as Cynthiamae McWilliams-(Flintkote) has ever gotten to admitting she fucked up ... in her life!
And I said, “I had to pay FedA prices just now.”
It’s not the fuel price ... it’s the FedA $1.29.9 tax per gallon that I object to. The Princessapality charges a nickel.
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