pants, and halter tops and enough lacey things to outfit a wedding party. I was looking for the whips and chains to show up at any time.
Mona hit the door running. She went through every rack with the store clerk going behind her straightening the racks. She paraded in front of the mirror with every outfit.
“I’ve got the perfect bounty hunter outfit.” Mona yelled from behind the dressing room curtain.
“Get ready to feast your eye on this.”
One long leg protruded from behind the curtain, Mona jerked the curtain back and there stood a kick ass ‘bounty hunter‘. Black hot pants, camouflage shirt, unbuttoned past her black lace bra, with rolled up sleeves and a stand up collar. She finished off the look with a pair of laced up black leather boots just past her ankles, in a one inch heel.
“Damn, girl you look good.”
“I’m also getting camouflage hot pants and black shirts for work.”
“ You’ve got bounty hunter written all over you.”
Mona piled a heap of clothes on the counter, pulled a wad of bills from her bosom and paid the clerk. She gathered the bags up in her arms, peeked over to find her way to the door and tripped over the threshold as she headed for the rig anchoring her hip on the Explorer she managed to open the back door and tossed her treasured buys.
I took a second look at the show window and shook my head.
NINE
It started raining early in the afternoon. When I turned onto Momma’s street there she stood balancing three Tupperware pie takers with one hand, an umbrella and her purse in the other. I stopped the Explorer just short of her, jumped from the rig, opened the back door and grabbed the pie takers. I set the pies on the back seat while Momma tried to close her umbrella. The umbrella wouldn’t close. I opened the passenger door and gave Momma a boost. I gave her a little too much push and Momma flew across the car and hit her head on the rear view mirror.
“What the hell, you trying to kill me?”
She twisted the mirror to see a poop knot on her forehead.
“Look what you’ve done. I’ll have to explain to the ladies and they’ll never believe me.”
She pulled her hair down on her forehead to cover the knot giving her the football helmet look.
I tried to close the umbrella to no avail. I wrapped my hand around the umbrella holding the spokes to the pole and tried to wedge it between momma and the dashboard. The umbrella popped open obscuring momma’s view.
“Now what have you done? I can’t see where we are going.”
“Good thing you’re not driving.” I laughed and jumped in the driver’s seat and headed for Peggy’s with Momma lashing out with words I’d never heard come from her mouth.
We arrived just as Bo’s Taxi dropped off Bella and Della. Momma jumped from the rig and ran through the steel gate locking it behind her. Della too short to reach the lock was shaking the gate screaming for Momma to unlock it. Momma jumped on the porch and jerked the door open and stepped inside. Calmed herself in the foyer, removed her raincoat, shook the rain off, hung it on the coat rack and quietly walked into the living room.
Peggy’s house is a shotgun style built in the forties. From the foyer there’s a long narrow living room, the dining room and then the kitchen and laundry room are at the far end. The bedrooms each lead off the living and dining room.
“What’s all the commotion out front?” Peggy asked as she mopped up a puddle from the rain drippings off Momma’s raincoat with a towel.
“Just Della and Bella arguing on who’s gonna pay Bo for the taxi ride.” Momma said.
On my tip toes I reached over the steal spikes and
Mona hit the door running. She went through every rack with the store clerk going behind her straightening the racks. She paraded in front of the mirror with every outfit.
“I’ve got the perfect bounty hunter outfit.” Mona yelled from behind the dressing room curtain.
“Get ready to feast your eye on this.”
One long leg protruded from behind the curtain, Mona jerked the curtain back and there stood a kick ass ‘bounty hunter‘. Black hot pants, camouflage shirt, unbuttoned past her black lace bra, with rolled up sleeves and a stand up collar. She finished off the look with a pair of laced up black leather boots just past her ankles, in a one inch heel.
“Damn, girl you look good.”
“I’m also getting camouflage hot pants and black shirts for work.”
“ You’ve got bounty hunter written all over you.”
Mona piled a heap of clothes on the counter, pulled a wad of bills from her bosom and paid the clerk. She gathered the bags up in her arms, peeked over to find her way to the door and tripped over the threshold as she headed for the rig anchoring her hip on the Explorer she managed to open the back door and tossed her treasured buys.
I took a second look at the show window and shook my head.
NINE
It started raining early in the afternoon. When I turned onto Momma’s street there she stood balancing three Tupperware pie takers with one hand, an umbrella and her purse in the other. I stopped the Explorer just short of her, jumped from the rig, opened the back door and grabbed the pie takers. I set the pies on the back seat while Momma tried to close her umbrella. The umbrella wouldn’t close. I opened the passenger door and gave Momma a boost. I gave her a little too much push and Momma flew across the car and hit her head on the rear view mirror.
“What the hell, you trying to kill me?”
She twisted the mirror to see a poop knot on her forehead.
“Look what you’ve done. I’ll have to explain to the ladies and they’ll never believe me.”
She pulled her hair down on her forehead to cover the knot giving her the football helmet look.
I tried to close the umbrella to no avail. I wrapped my hand around the umbrella holding the spokes to the pole and tried to wedge it between momma and the dashboard. The umbrella popped open obscuring momma’s view.
“Now what have you done? I can’t see where we are going.”
“Good thing you’re not driving.” I laughed and jumped in the driver’s seat and headed for Peggy’s with Momma lashing out with words I’d never heard come from her mouth.
We arrived just as Bo’s Taxi dropped off Bella and Della. Momma jumped from the rig and ran through the steel gate locking it behind her. Della too short to reach the lock was shaking the gate screaming for Momma to unlock it. Momma jumped on the porch and jerked the door open and stepped inside. Calmed herself in the foyer, removed her raincoat, shook the rain off, hung it on the coat rack and quietly walked into the living room.
Peggy’s house is a shotgun style built in the forties. From the foyer there’s a long narrow living room, the dining room and then the kitchen and laundry room are at the far end. The bedrooms each lead off the living and dining room.
“What’s all the commotion out front?” Peggy asked as she mopped up a puddle from the rain drippings off Momma’s raincoat with a towel.
“Just Della and Bella arguing on who’s gonna pay Bo for the taxi ride.” Momma said.
On my tip toes I reached over the steal spikes and
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