Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 97
The Tudor seemed a little sluggish as we pulled out of my signature parking spot at the COOP ... not necessarily underpowered but definitely over weight.
When we descended from the ‘34 and began the invasion of the boutique, the reason stepped out on to the sidewalk with us...
“Hello, Seven, I’ll introduce you lot to Simone when she recovers.”
Seven said, “She was going to find out ... sooner is better than later.”
And it hit me, “You mean, she’s going to be my best friend?”
“You’re both from Michigan ... just barely twenty miles apart. She has similar experiences, you’re both country bumpkins from the sticks ... she actually knows Surprise, and she will renew her friendship with your friend Alice ... who is going with Friday.
“No officer, she doesn’t need an ambulance ... she just fainted. Look, she’s coming around already. You took a tumble ... but I caught you. Sit on the running board and catch your breath. See, officer ... she’s fine.”
Although her lips didn’t match the words ... precisely ... and the jerky nod didn’t match either, someone said, “I’m fine officer ... really. Thank you for your concern.” Simone’s lips moved to the sound.
The officer, not completely convinced, said to Seven, “Keep an eye on your charge, Ma’am.”
“I will, sir. It was just a stumble.”
He mounted his motor and rumbled off.
Safely out of sight, I said, “Simone ... meet Seven.”
“Ma’am,” “I’m not sure I understand.”
“And Six.” Six stepped out the door ... Simone’s seating had blocked the car door and Six had been stuck inside.
Six appeared to be Seven’s significant other, very refined and gentlemanly, impeccably dressed and very proper.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Simone.”
She nodded.
“Five.” The perfect older sister. A matron ... secure in her place in society.
She took Simone’s hand, squeezed and air kissed her cheek.
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