Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 69
Bud was standing in the mostly shut bathroom doorway, “You’ll be okay?” He asked.
I heard a muffled reply, faint ... but positive, “I’m awake.” Two for sure.
I walked in the container so I could busy-body better.
“Tomorrow at ten,” he said.
“Yes ... I’ve never flown in a helicopter.”
He turned, “Hi, Tyche.” Over his shoulder he said, “Tyche’s here.”
“TYCHE! Come here. I need you.”
Bud left ... I went in the bathroom. Frosted glass shower enclosure. The door slid a crack.
“Is he gone?”
“Yup.”
“The door slid open all the way ... Two in all her glory.
“Wash my back, please. I itch.”
In the morning, after knocking, Alice said, “Mexican ... I want TexMex huevos rancheros. Remember that restaurant on MLK?”
“Bike or run? I spent enough time in that car.”
“Two!”
A mumbled “What?”
“Breakfast at Mi Casita ... opens at seven.”
“How are we getting there?”
“Run.”
“I’m up.” She came in looking like a million bucks. “I feel bloated. I couldn’t sit in or drive that car for at least a week.”
“Well ... lets go ... we got five minutes.”
“I don’t need that long,” She flickered and was dressed in running shorts and top ... with very expensive running shoes.
Alice and I took the whole five minutes.
That mane of hers is impressive in a pony tail.
We kept up ... sorta.
At the gate she shouted, “Right or left?”
“Left,” I said.
“I’ll save you a seat.”
She was off.
The longer we ran the farther behind we got ... then we couldn’t see her. Then we could. She ran up to us.
“You guys coming or not?” She circled and headed back west on MLK ... she did it two more times. The girl can run.
I was going to say as much to Alice, when she spoke, “Look at her feet.”
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