Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 66
“Where did the ‘We’ come from?” I said, “I’m building Farr 3.7’s ... you’re going to school.”
“Nope ... not old enough. Have to be five ... won’t be five until October.”
“I’m going to check on that.”
I called.
“Hi. I’ve had a 4 year old foisted on me by her mom. What proof do I need and how old does she have to be?”
‘When will she be 5?’
“October.”
‘I’d say you have plenty of time to gather up your paperwork. Just for conversation’s sake ... her name and present address.’
“Tyche Selene Flintkote, 165 Green.”
‘Place of birth?’
“Gold Coast, Australia.”
‘Well ... that’s different.’
“She is that.”
‘What?’
“Different.”
‘Different how?’
“She’s extremely smart. Is it possible to have her tested?”
‘What makes you think she’s smart?”
“When she had her cats licensed, she knew that 8 times 25 is two hundred. And did it in her head.”
‘I think testing might be a good idea, can you bring her in?’
“Sure. How about now?”
‘Absolutely ... it’ll get me out of the office. Bring money ... my services ... no matter what the Principal says ... aren’t cheap.’
“Like that, is he?”
‘Politics ... I hate office politics.”
“600 East Park?”
‘Yup, Who are you?’
“Surprise Me Flintkote. Do I need to bring anything? Handcuffs? Whips? Willow switch?”
‘No ... no no no ... just bags of money,’ she was laughing so hard if I hadn’t been under the same circumstances, I’d been laughing too.
“Thousand good enough?”
‘Just how smart do you think she is? So I can have the correct tests.’
“Since my sibs and I tested right out of school when we were 6 ... smart. And she can tell you why she’s so smart and quote the psychiatrist who propounds the theory.”
So ... I had to have Maria haul her husband out of work to drive because I STILL don’t have a car ... or know how to drive one if I did ... have one ... a car.
I can skipper a boat all the way up to and including 1000 tons, and a sailboat up to 299 feet ... but I can’t drive. I had to give that a think.
Edgar pulled that disreputable SUV in the drive. If it wasn’t so damn cold I’d have had us walk ... she’ll have to do it next year. Six blocks ... well ... nine ... one has to get to Park first.
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