Tucker Cummings

Chapter 22: Allons-y

In Uncategorized on January 22, 2011 at 5:40 am

Still half asleep, I stick my head out the bedroom window, and there’s a Margery in the driveway.

She’s honking the car horn, really laying on it, forcing the birds to scatter from the trees like noisy ashes.

“Jesus Christ, it took you long enough,” she yells up at me. “Get dressed and get in the car!”

What the hell, I think. Let’s see what she wants.

“Margery,” I say as I get in.

“Margery,” she repeats, warmly, in greeting.

“Where are we going?” I ask as we peel out of the driveway.

“To save your life,” she explains.

“Oh.”

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