Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 33
Monday at 7am ... Miss Child Protection Agency banged on the hull. The cats swarmed her. Everybody but Murray ... Murray is withholding judgement.
“Vho ess et?” Zoe said ... a direct steal from The Holy Grail.
“Your ride,” she said. “Wait ... the accent ... I want the other one.”
“Next door ... this is OUR boat ... that one is HER boat.”
It is the boat next door ... at the tip of the next pier.
“Shit,” said Miss Agent. That’s a long walk.”
“I’m up,” I shouted. “I’m just thermosing the coffee. I’ll meet you on the shore.”
Zoe walked down the pier with the agent. The agent looked a question.
“You get me too. And Junior.”
“Three of you?”
“And I’m the only one married.”
Junior had stayed with me. The four of us met ... I shared cups and coffee.
“Ooo. Good coffee,” sipped the agent.
“Jamaican Blue Mountain,” I said... “French Press.”
It could have been more companionable but Miss Agency was trying. The cats helped. Tyche ran after us.
“Murray!” she hollered, “Corral your kids ... they have to go with us ... don’t give me any of your looks ... they all have to get registered.”
So ... after we three, Junior, Zoe and I ... got poked, prodded, inspected and tested ... were confirmed pregnant the paperwork began. Junior was easy...
WHERE? The tipi at 19th and Piney Ridge. Hamlin Lake
WHEN? Central Michigan University, Ferris State University Fireworks Kegger.
WHO? No Clue.
Oh ... she knew ... she wasn’t saying. Her kid was going to be an Austin ... it’s a family tradition.
Me?
Can you imagine the length of hospitalization if I told the truth? A tropical island in the middle of the Black Sea?
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