Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 77
Tyche got an invite to a wedding.
That’s not right ... I got an invite ... Tyche got a job. Flower-girl. A chance to flounce and make a mess with rose petals? Of course she said yes. It’s not until Spring but little girls and fancy dress. I need a car.
Who? Elizabeth Anne Boleyn.
To whom? The Animal control officer. Maximillian Sanchez.
And that brought up memories ... I have a car. Somewhere in Ludington. A 1966 Volvo 544 ... Sport. So ... I called ... Max.
“Hello, Max.”
“Who is this?”
“Surprise,” I said.
He hung up. I know he pushed the red button and it says ‘END’ but ‘Hung Up’ is traditional ... anyway I called back.
“SM Flintkote here ... Max, if you hang up on me again I won’t let Tyche be your flower-girl.”
Quite loudly in the background, Tyche could be heard to say, “MoM!”
“Sorry, Surprise. Elizabeth gets ... upset ... when women call me.”
“Like that, were you?”
“Umh...”
“That’s a yes. Max ... where’s my Volvo?”
“In our garage ... when are you coming to get it?”
“As soon as I can get there,” I said. “I’ll probably hitch hike.”
“Why don’t you drive? Umh, cancel that.”
Tyche said, “Bat your eyes at Alan. Geez, mom ... what kind of girl are you? I can have him begging to take us.”
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