Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 85
Two burped ... no ... not like that... BURP ... like that. Even the cook in the kitchen heard her.
“Whoa,” she said, “that was good.” And she belched again.
“You know, Two,” I said, “we’re not getting any sleep tonight.”
“Oh ... right, April and her bunch will be in the hot tub.”
“Don’t forget Surprise and Jimmy,” I said.
“Eh ... they’re quiet. I never heard a peep last night.”
“Come to think it ... me neither.” I said, “Speak of the devil ... Surprise just walked in ... and she looks ... pissed.”
Surprise stomped over and pushed me out of my seat.
“Hey!”
“Hey, yourself. I wanna watch the door.” She laid a little nickel plated 9mm semi automatic pistol on the table and covered it up with that joke she calls a handbag.
I moved ... the table was a tall four up ... now my back was to the door. I don’t like my back to the door.
“Where did you get that?” I nodded at the bag.
I was nodding at what was under the bag but she said, “At the Indian Supermarket. It’s a rice bag.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I said.
“This is Texas ... I’ll bet all the men and half the women are armed.” She was pretty loud and all the men and three quarters of the women said, “Sí.”
Two said, “Yes.”
I was the ONLY one unarmed.
Out on FM969 a pickup drove slowly by. I could tell whoever was driving was seriously thinking about pulling in ... but a Texas State Trooper pulled up behind the pickup ... flashed his light and blipped his siren.
Soon ... really soon ... but not soon enough to suit me ... the driver was getting a lecture about highway speeds and the need to keep up. At least ... that was what one of the gawkers said was going on.
Sent on his way, the pickup departed and the trooper was getting a coffee to go.
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