Saturday, June 22, 2019

Northener - 55



The TV was on but nothing was on it. Not even static. Not a blue glow. Nothing. As if it weren't plugged in. It was. I checked three times. I had little choice in this dank little motel, and no choice with the blizzard. I tried the radio, but only got snow and drifting channels.




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Wasting Time




Derek knew that trouble was brewing but had no recourse but to go through with the plan. It was a scant plan, with no real direction but the outcome, and the outcome was highly suspect, at that. Oh, they knew well, the risks, but had nothing to lose outside of a few years in the hoosegow, and if the price was right, it wasn’t too great a price to pay.

Nathan was the man with the plan, but his focus became hazy when Wanda came around, so the boys decided that, if they were going to play, then Wanda had to stay away for a few weeks, if not longer. Yes, they knew Nate would sneak away on occasion, but gambled that eighty percent of Nate’s time was worth more than what they each had or could ever offer. Besides, Nate was the brains of the whole operation, so they had very little to complain about, but what they didn’t trust is Wanda and the trouble she would bring. Yes, Wanda had them worried, alright, but Wanda said, “I got ya covered, boys." Wanda was right again.­
She'll be in for eight-to-twelve.



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