Big Inca

To: The Boss

From: Bill

Date: May 30 

Mona’s latest letter ended, KEEP IN TOUCH.

Of course, she hasn’t.

The Celts have set sail, bound for Paul’s sister’s. They decided she’ll marry Clancy. It seems to be the only way to cheer him.

I’ve moved into Hilda’s old apartment.

Reading piles up around my bed.

The damn cat, Whipply Sniplash, just jumped out Hilda’s window and ran away. How dumb!

Away, away. They’re all getting away. Maybe just for the summer. Maybe forever.

All I have are these leftover references. Or leftover romances.

And the whole damn mill town to manage.

Be serious, neighbors.

Remember, there’s more than one way of paying your dues. You must be prepared. Learn how to fix a flat tire. Keep in touch.

~*~

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This could have been something Bill was encountering.
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Big Inca

This could have been something Bill was encountering.

To: The Boss

From: Bill

Date: May 20 

I dunno, but it’s hot.

By the way, she’s back, and her spaghetti sauce is lots of hot peppers with a few tomatoes and spiced so far out of this world that even Mercedes the Inca from Puerto Rico wound up panting for her life. The Inca influence is contagious. I’m getting quite concerned. It’s a monopoly, indeed.

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