13THE GREAT SMOKE OUT
Ray and I peddled up to Martha’s drive way
sweating out our previously consumed adult libations. We could see
Dump laboring over the barbeque pit and it looked like he had a
good fire going.
“Hi, Ray! “Dump hollered across the yard.
“Long times no see!” he said enthusiastically in our direction,
then looking towards the house expectantly.
The screen door slowly opened and out waltzed
Martha in what might have been what they call a sun dress or a
circus tent. I couldn’t tell which. She evidently had taken the
time to put some war paint on, however, and demurely called out a
”Hi Ray. Nice of you to drop by.” and “Thanks, Dave, now Ray and I
need to talk.” and locked elbows with him guiding him towards the
house, leaving a flabbergasted Dump Truck and Dave
