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Plotting and Scheming
I managed to fire up the engine on the scooter on the way home, and after a very brief zip around the Church parking lot, before shutting it down and going back to pedaling it along.
I parked it next to the side door in the carport and Jack and I walked in the house.
“Here Mom. Put this somewhere.” I said before she could question me.
“What is it?” She asked while reading every line of the paper.
“Bill of sale and title on that Moped I bought for a hundred bucks.” I said flopping down in a chair and having some fun watching my mother find a suitably safe place for my receipt, like it was some all important document.
“I might bike over to Sherry’s today and see if any fresh vegetables are in the garden.” I said, searching for an excuse to get back over there a
