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Authors: Robert Boren
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don’t think I want to deal with the small one...it’s a one person unit, for sure.”
“Oh, that’s right, you won’t be alone, will you?” Gabe said, chuckling.
Terry just shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “Who knows? She might change her mind and take the little one for herself.”
“I doubt that.”
The generator shut off.
“Uh oh,” Terry said. “That thing crapped out already?”
“No, it’s probably the city power. Frank got a call.”
“Well, one way to find out,” Terry said. He walked to the trailer that was his favorite, and flipped the breaker on the power mast. Then he went in the door and flipped the light switch. The lights came on. “Yes!” he said. He walked over to the fridge and turned it on. The light inside came on. He shut the door.
“Good?” Gabe asked.
“Yeah, good,” Terry said. “I’m going to go check the others, and turn on the refrigerators.”
“You got the fridges cleaned out already?”
“Yeah, that was the last thing I did,” Terry said, holding up the dirty rag.
Over by the clubhouse, Frank was just finishing up the window measuring. He heard the generator shut down, so he turned on the lights. The floor still had the broken glass all over it. He walked over to the barn and found a big push broom. He brought it back to the clubhouse with him and started sweeping up. That was a big job…it took him close to an hour, because he had to move tables and chairs. He couldn’t believe how much better the place looked when he was done. He came out on the front porch and leaned the broom against the wall. Then he sat down on the bench against the wall, in the shade, and stared out over the park. It was still a mess, but they made a lot of progress. Gabe walked up.
“Pick out a trailer?” Frank asked.
“Yeah,” Gabe said, sitting down, looking exhausted. “I took some of those beers we found in the bunker and put them into my trailer’s fridge, but those things take a long ass time to get cold.”
“Check the propane levels yet?”
“Nope, still need to do that, but my unit has a ceramic heater in it. Nice job on the cleanup in there.”
“We need to go check out that walk-in.”
“Later,” Gabe said. “I’m used to cleaning those, and so are Hilda and Kurt and Charlie. We’ll get it cleaned up and running in no time.”
There was the sound of approaching vehicles. Frank stood up and looked, getting out to the far end of the porch. He held his hand to his forehead to shade it from the sun. There they were. A long line of RVs, following Gabe’s Suburban. Jake’s bobtail was bringing up the rear.
“Here they come,” Frank said.
“Yes, here they come. Looks like Charlie’s driving the SUV.”
They watched as Terry sprinted to the gate and pulled both sides all the way open. He was grinning ear to ear.
Chapter 6 – Building the Nest
Charlie drove through the front gate of the RV Park, in Gabe’s Suburban. The rest of the vehicles followed…eight motorhomes, Dobie’s truck, and Jake’s bobtail. They parked on the access road in front of the barn and clubhouse. There was just enough room. Everybody got out and met in front of the clubhouse, joining Frank, Gabe, and Terry.
“Wow, this place dump,” Rosie said. “Who fix windows?”
“Don’t worry, Rosie, I already have somebody lined up for that,” Charlie said. “We just need to send the measurements to Howard.”
“I already have them,” Frank said. He handed a slip of paper to Charlie. Jane rushed over and hugged him.
“Where do we park our rigs?” asked the Sheriff.
“We cleaned out the first several rows of spaces,” Terry said. “Go straight ahead on this access road. They’re past that barn over there.” Trish walked up to him and smiled. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. She settled against him and laid her head on his chest for a moment.
“Electrical working?” Kurt asked.
“The city power got turned on a while ago, but we haven’t
“Oh, that’s right, you won’t be alone, will you?” Gabe said, chuckling.
Terry just shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “Who knows? She might change her mind and take the little one for herself.”
“I doubt that.”
The generator shut off.
“Uh oh,” Terry said. “That thing crapped out already?”
“No, it’s probably the city power. Frank got a call.”
“Well, one way to find out,” Terry said. He walked to the trailer that was his favorite, and flipped the breaker on the power mast. Then he went in the door and flipped the light switch. The lights came on. “Yes!” he said. He walked over to the fridge and turned it on. The light inside came on. He shut the door.
“Good?” Gabe asked.
“Yeah, good,” Terry said. “I’m going to go check the others, and turn on the refrigerators.”
“You got the fridges cleaned out already?”
“Yeah, that was the last thing I did,” Terry said, holding up the dirty rag.
Over by the clubhouse, Frank was just finishing up the window measuring. He heard the generator shut down, so he turned on the lights. The floor still had the broken glass all over it. He walked over to the barn and found a big push broom. He brought it back to the clubhouse with him and started sweeping up. That was a big job…it took him close to an hour, because he had to move tables and chairs. He couldn’t believe how much better the place looked when he was done. He came out on the front porch and leaned the broom against the wall. Then he sat down on the bench against the wall, in the shade, and stared out over the park. It was still a mess, but they made a lot of progress. Gabe walked up.
“Pick out a trailer?” Frank asked.
“Yeah,” Gabe said, sitting down, looking exhausted. “I took some of those beers we found in the bunker and put them into my trailer’s fridge, but those things take a long ass time to get cold.”
“Check the propane levels yet?”
“Nope, still need to do that, but my unit has a ceramic heater in it. Nice job on the cleanup in there.”
“We need to go check out that walk-in.”
“Later,” Gabe said. “I’m used to cleaning those, and so are Hilda and Kurt and Charlie. We’ll get it cleaned up and running in no time.”
There was the sound of approaching vehicles. Frank stood up and looked, getting out to the far end of the porch. He held his hand to his forehead to shade it from the sun. There they were. A long line of RVs, following Gabe’s Suburban. Jake’s bobtail was bringing up the rear.
“Here they come,” Frank said.
“Yes, here they come. Looks like Charlie’s driving the SUV.”
They watched as Terry sprinted to the gate and pulled both sides all the way open. He was grinning ear to ear.
Chapter 6 – Building the Nest
Charlie drove through the front gate of the RV Park, in Gabe’s Suburban. The rest of the vehicles followed…eight motorhomes, Dobie’s truck, and Jake’s bobtail. They parked on the access road in front of the barn and clubhouse. There was just enough room. Everybody got out and met in front of the clubhouse, joining Frank, Gabe, and Terry.
“Wow, this place dump,” Rosie said. “Who fix windows?”
“Don’t worry, Rosie, I already have somebody lined up for that,” Charlie said. “We just need to send the measurements to Howard.”
“I already have them,” Frank said. He handed a slip of paper to Charlie. Jane rushed over and hugged him.
“Where do we park our rigs?” asked the Sheriff.
“We cleaned out the first several rows of spaces,” Terry said. “Go straight ahead on this access road. They’re past that barn over there.” Trish walked up to him and smiled. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. She settled against him and laid her head on his chest for a moment.
“Electrical working?” Kurt asked.
“The city power got turned on a while ago, but we haven’t
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