Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 39
“Who IS THAT!!?” Max asked.
“Liz,” Jw said.
“Never seen her before,” Max said. “And I would remember.”
“You have, you know,” Jw said.
“I would never forget THAT,” Max vowed.
“Sure ... she complained about the kid feeding ice cream to the stray cat.”
Max rumbled around in his mind ... lightning. His jaw dropped.,.and Elizabeth Anne Boleyn walked through the salon front hatch.
“Hi Max ... you’re staring.”
“Miss Social Worker?”
“Yes,” she said. “Up here ... my face is up here. Max ... what color are my eyes?” She slipped a finger under his chin and pushed. His mouth shut but she kept pushing ... up.
“Blue ... blue ... cornflower blue ... blue like the sky at noon,” Max said.
“Slick ... very slick,” Miss Boleyn said.
And Murray dove off the trampoline. A flurry in the water and the cat started swimming to the stern port side sugar-scoop. What he had wasn’t very happy about it.
JW shouted, “Tyke ... incoming. Get that.”
Tyche was doing airplane things ... she had a checklist just like a real aircraft and she was checking it twice. It’s just as bad to have the RC controller run out of electric juice as to have the battery on a giant scale RC receiver quit. Ya can’t fix it over the lake. She put down the handheld Fluke meter and jumped down to the sugar scoop.
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