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Tyche

Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen

Chapter 132

My house is freezing she’d come in from a 64 degree picnic ... her house was 64 degrees.

I’ll never understand women. Normal women.

Normal I am not.

“Sure ... write a review. Junior wants one. She’ll probably use your review in the advertising ... might even use your picture.”

Alice grinned...”Maybe even TV ... or the Internet.”

The internet would be more impressive than TV.

She picked up the heater and Everett took it from her ... she grabbed my 5 gallon can of kerosene.

“Uh uh ... nope ... get your own.”

She set the can down, gave me such a look and said, “The heater tank is full ... I’ll get more ... your aunt brought my car back.”

“Good. You biking to the bus?”

“No ... I have a car.”

“Okay ... see you at the patio?”

“You are going to bus?”

“Keeps me in shape. Adam likes my shape.”

“So does Everett.”

“All the more reason to ride your bike.”

I thought about it for a moment, “Wait ... go back.”

She knew...”Surprise brought my car back?”

“Yeah ... that part. Did she get a car of her own?”

“No. She was a temp. She’s back in Pentwater building Farrs.”

“When?”

“Spring Break.”

The watch is getting harder to use ... I can’t just go ... There are spy satellites hung in my sky ... the Fed A is ever vigilant. Junior is a regular visitor. I’m sure the Fed knows me ... because of her. I couldn’t Watch to Fiji ... Well ... I could ... but. Visitors come by air or sea. An island is hard to just drop in to. People notice.

“Two?”

“Hi ... you’re back.”

“I’m going to be biking to the bus for school.”

“Not driving?”

“Nope.”

“Seven?”

“Yes?”

“Tyche is going to bike ... I need a good bike.”

“So?”

And that’s how we ended up at PRIORITY (in France) looking at the 600. They had one on the floor ... She bought it. Two speaks idiomatic French. Twenty five hundred dollars. WE ... that is the two of us carried it out the door and Two reset her watch. I’ll bet that was interesting to the bike shop owners.

Classes were ... classes.

Now that we have a ‘professor’ instead of Auntie Mom ... I had to start impressing.

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