Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 112
“I hope they’re not gone long. Since I’m not leaving until Prudence comes back, I need to call home.” Prue is the Maine Coon
“You live at home?” It’s the thing these days ... stay at your parents home.
“Home is where my clothes are. I should let my roommates know ... so they don’t call out the Rangers ... again.” Later discussion proved the Texas Rangers were on first name basis with her roommates.
“Clothes?” I asked. I figured she’d get tired of the ‘drive of shame’ ... since ... well ... hell ... I don’t know.
Lost my train of thought.
“Oh, yes. Clothes.” She fished out her cell and made a call. It took a while ... just explaining where she was took the inquisitor at the other phone several minutes before understanding. There was a lot of ‘Really’ and ‘Yard Art’ and ‘shipping container’ ... plural. By the echo, I could tell she was on speaker at the other end. After discussing my circumstances to the satisfaction of everyone but me ... Then she was specific ... what clothes she wanted and which closet said clothes were in.
The invasion happened an hour after she hung up.
“My roomies,” she said.
I was introduced ... they weren’t paying attention. I have never seen a group of women so enamored of an airplane.
“USN Reserves.”
“Air Force Active, on leave.”
“God ... that’s huge.”
“Did you know ... that engine is the same as the ones on the B-29.” Thus saith the history buff.
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