Genevieve
Copyright© 2023 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 8
“I just got here, Dr. Grost ... give me a minute.” Gen said.
“I know ... I followed you in.”
“That was you?” Gen said. “You scared me half to death ... I thought you were one of those perverts Daddy warned me about.”
Genevieve Austin is ... memorable.
“If you were in your early twenties and single ... I would be.”
Gen blushed bright red ... with her bone-bleached butt length white hair the contrast was incredible. Gen wasn’t just white headed ... she was WHITE headed. A 90 year old man who was blond as a teen doesn’t have hair that white.
She considered ... He’s not that old ... but ... no. Life is full of surprises. My surprise is out there. He’ll find me.
“To the objective at hand, where would you like to eat?” Dr Grost asked.
No hesitation, “The Bank.”
There is only one The Bank. A local edifice, The Bank was a mob run local bank. Used to wash illegal liquor funds since 1919, the bank was wildly popular and treasured by the depositors until October, 29th, 1929, when the depositors started withdrawing funds. In January of 1930 ... along with hundreds of banking institutions across the states ... out of funds, the Bank failed. The staff took overt control of the building and opened a ‘food line.’
“Donations accepted but everybody eats.”
They fed the down and out for a year, when a Kennedy ... as an experiment ... stood in line and was served. It was great. A cut above, as they say.
He told his friends.
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