Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 63
They got the whole tour. Saw everything ... including what I did and nosed into it all.
Getting back to the office was simple. Out the door ... it opens easy ... blew out of my hands. Gonzalez is ready to close it with the Clark; I know when he does, the wind is no longer trying to blow me back into the shop. We turn north, street, turn right ... wind assisted walking. Still ... it is a chore ... two foot deep snowbank. If the wind backs off there’ll be five or six foot deep drifts. Morning will tell.
The office is warm and inviting. Maria is seated behind her desk doing the things I hate to do ... orders and taxes and payroll ... keeping track of what’s what and where that what is located.
She used to ask me ... until she figured out my answer was going to be...
“I don’t know ... you find out.”
She shifted to Personal Assistant. I wonder which of the wives or girlfriends would like a job.
“How is it?” she asked.
I admitted to brutal cold and so did they.
Maria asked, “Coffee, tea or something stronger?”
Stronger was requested ... Bailey’s Irish Coffee is what she served. I even had some ... it’s damn cold outside. Maria did not approve. She never does.
“You’re too little to drink.”
And that got me thinking of dancing on the bar on a tropical island in the Black Sea and the aftermath.
Yeah. I’m too little to drink.
Cold takes its toll. Energy goes and fuel would be appreciated.
Pentwater is closed in the winter. The motel owners are gone and the motels are closed. The Antler is the only place for food you don’t cook yourself.
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