16A WONDERFUL SOLUTION
“Hey, Dumpie!” I said as I wheeled around the
bush he was attempting to hide behind and casually lowering his
Marlin as he recognized me, or more probably, my conveyance.
“How’s, the road look?” he said with
anticipation.
“Nobody seems to be using it, thank the
heavens.” I said looking around.
“You kind of overdid it on the signs, didn’t
you.” I said observing a “Burma shave” line that extended in both
directions.
“That was Martha.” Dump said aggravated.
“She made us make and situate every one of
those, because she thought that’s what you wanted, Dave.” he
declared, like I had something to do with the printing press Martha
had produced.
“What’s Phil up to, he recovering?” I asked
as I started up the driveway.
“He is back In Korea.” Dump considered a
