Another Chance
Copyright© 2014 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 12
Oswald's Funeral Home sent the good hearse. Daddy requested them ... he was their attorney of record and the viewing rooms were just south of the Catholic Church. If Linden Blvd were more than a block long, their driveway would be South Linden. It's not.
When were were in the seventh, we went to school with Mike Oswald. We still speak ... you have to with neighbors but Mike was one of the guys who resented our being smart ... he also resented the fact that we were successful in suing the school board.
His dad was on the Board. The court awarded damages meant the football team didn't get new and different uniforms this year ... Mike was one of the Junior High first stringers ... what ever that meant.
I wasn't much on team sports. I thought lessons in life were supposed to be positive. Being all pleasant like to a bunch of motherfuckers who cheated so we would lose didn't strike me as 'sportsmanship'. Somebody should have taken out the head referee. Mr. Bad Call Against US.
"You son of a bitch!"
I could tell Mike was just getting started, so, "You knew my mother?"
"Huh?"
"I said, you knew my mother? It was a question."
"What?"
"Mike, you were nasty about my mom ... Did you know her?" I asked.
"You know I didn't."
"How do I know that? You weren't making a friendly statement. In fact, you sounded so positive about her attitude or personality, you must have known her."
"Well I didn't ... never met the woman. My dad says she was pleasant and quite pretty."
"Your dad liked her?"
"Well ... yeah ... I just said so, didn't I?"
"Not exactly ... you said she was a bitch. Your dad said she was nice."
"Damnitall, David. It's just a figure of speech."
"Your dad was actually saying bad things but you cleaned it up?"
He turned away and shook this head. I made sure I was walking away before I started laughing.
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