Another Chance
Copyright© 2014 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 33
"Eventually," I said.
Carole Ann grinned, "It would be messy."
"There is that," I agreed.
"I could take care of the messy part," she said, licked her lips ... and grinned.
"Are you going to the Antler or the boat to fuck?" shouted Grace. "I need that burger."
"What is she doing?" asked Carole Ann, as she moved to open the door.
"You don't want to do that," I said, as I moved to block her.
"Carole Ann," said Grace.
"What?" She was trying to fake me out and open the boathouse door.
"Go with David ... don't come in here ... yet."
"Why not?"
"Because you will have had your last ride on the Five if you open that door."
"Ooo! Secrets!"
"Uh huh, go away. David take her with you." Grace sounded peeved, "If you'd just left her on the roof..."
"Nope," said Carole Ann. "I was coming down as soon as he left..."
"It figures ... go with David, Carole," demanded Grace.
We walked ... it's only 2 and a half blocks. I sent Carole Ann on ahead while I stopped in at the Austin cottage to see if Lucy Lou wanted anything. She did ... my dime, of course.
At the Antler, Frank and Ernie were tending and cooking. Carole wanted two, I wanted two, Grace would want two but only eat one, Lucy Lou wanted three. She'd only eat one but CharlesB was well on his way to his high school weight of three hundred pounds ... even if he was only three years old.
Daddy wasn't in town ... he was working in Saint Johns, but he should be up this weekend. Lucy Lou was expecting and planning on him showing up, too.
"Hi David, Carole is sitting with her dad. What'll you have?"
"Hi Ernie, nine Wendy burgers with fries, three root beers and a couple of pounds of raw burger ... to go."
"Got it ... Frank! Nine Wendy and fries and a couple of pounds of raw burger ... you did say raw, David?"
"Yup ... for Grace."
"I see," he said, even though it was completely evident that he didn't. "You could get burger at the General cheaper."
"Do you get your burger at the General?" I asked.
"Well ... no," Ernie said.
"Why not?"
"Well ... because Frank and I know the man we buy our burger from," he said, "The General gets their burger off the truck." He paused, "Ah ... yeah ... I get it."
"Why do you suppose I want to know who you get your burger from?" I asked.
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