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him off, and I’ve filled out a report,” Rocky said signing the paperwork with a flourish.
“Okay, I’ll be going now, Ms. Clancy, you should get some No Trespassing signs posted by the river. Give me a call if you see Mr. Callaghan hanging around here, okay?”
“Nice seeing you again, Dev and Margie,” Deputy Dixon got into the squad car and drove back to the county road.
C hapter 7
“ W ho the heck is that?” Rocky was still in her sleeping bag on her bedroom floor. She could hear a car coming up the driveway. Both the dogs were up and making squeaky noises. Margie and her Border Collie Pokey must be almost at the cabin.
“Jeez, I overslept,” Rocky commented to the excited dogs.
“Good morning, Rocky, I got called into work, and Pokey is acting like a doofus this morning. Can you baby-sit her for me today? If I leave her alone, she will probably eat the bathtub or something stupid like that. I think she wants to play with your dogs. She has been squeaking since we turned onto the county road,” Margie was speed talking while Pokey was climbing all over her clean uniform.
“Sure, let her out. Phoebe will wind her down. Pokey Girl will be happy to go home tonight,” Rocky said as Pokey ran across the meadow to see what Phoebe was doing.
“In the back are some lawn chairs, I thought you could use some more. I had planned to spend today with you looking for chairs at Furniture Are Us, but duty calls and all that stuff,” Margie said as she started backing the car around.
Rocky fetched the lawn chairs out of the back, and with a wave and a blown kiss; Margie was off and down the driveway in a cloud of dust.
The eggs were cooking when wall phone rang giving Rocky a start and a chuckle at herself.
“Ms. Clancy this is Terry Spellman, I have the Auburn Times?” Mr. Spellman spoke with the question mark on the end of each sentence to ensure his listener understands.
“Yes, this is she.” Rocky answered.
“I need a photographer tomorrow; there is a rally, or maybe a strike by the woman employees of Unistat. Maybe you saw it on TV last night?” Terry asked.
“No Terry I missed that, I was scaring off a claim jumper, and I don’t have a TV,” Rocky answered.
“Oh, well, anyway, can you go down there and get some photos, and call me on the cell phone? Give me the description of what you see? You do have a cell phone, don’t you?” he asked.
Rocky chose to ignore his almost snide patronizing remark.
“Sure, I have a cell phone,” Rocky answered remembering that she was again unemployed. “How much are you paying and where do you want me to go?”
Terry brightened up when he was assured that she was in the twenty-first century. Little did he know that she,on any given occasion did not have the vaguest notion where she last left her cell phone.
Rocky and the newspaper man settled on the deal, and he outlined the scope of the photos that he would like to have shot.
"By the way, how did you know I was a photographer and get my home number?"
"I ran into Marge in the parking lot."
* * *
Unistat was a unionized factory, which manufactured gelatin capsules then filled them with powdered vitamins. The product was sold under various generic store brands. Unistat employed several hundred men and women.
One would never know it was even located on the outskirts of a peaceful upscale suburb of Sacramento, except at quitting time when the streets became thronged with Unistat employees anxious to get home.
Unistat was peaceful until several weeks ago, when a new hire in the payroll department uncovered that her sister, working on the filling line, received a dollar less per hour than the man working next to her.
The new hire, searching further, checked each of the women union employees’ payroll records. She discovered that they too, brought home less money than the male worker in the same job category. The payroll new hire told her sister what she found.
The sister promptly went to
“Okay, I’ll be going now, Ms. Clancy, you should get some No Trespassing signs posted by the river. Give me a call if you see Mr. Callaghan hanging around here, okay?”
“Nice seeing you again, Dev and Margie,” Deputy Dixon got into the squad car and drove back to the county road.
C hapter 7
“ W ho the heck is that?” Rocky was still in her sleeping bag on her bedroom floor. She could hear a car coming up the driveway. Both the dogs were up and making squeaky noises. Margie and her Border Collie Pokey must be almost at the cabin.
“Jeez, I overslept,” Rocky commented to the excited dogs.
“Good morning, Rocky, I got called into work, and Pokey is acting like a doofus this morning. Can you baby-sit her for me today? If I leave her alone, she will probably eat the bathtub or something stupid like that. I think she wants to play with your dogs. She has been squeaking since we turned onto the county road,” Margie was speed talking while Pokey was climbing all over her clean uniform.
“Sure, let her out. Phoebe will wind her down. Pokey Girl will be happy to go home tonight,” Rocky said as Pokey ran across the meadow to see what Phoebe was doing.
“In the back are some lawn chairs, I thought you could use some more. I had planned to spend today with you looking for chairs at Furniture Are Us, but duty calls and all that stuff,” Margie said as she started backing the car around.
Rocky fetched the lawn chairs out of the back, and with a wave and a blown kiss; Margie was off and down the driveway in a cloud of dust.
The eggs were cooking when wall phone rang giving Rocky a start and a chuckle at herself.
“Ms. Clancy this is Terry Spellman, I have the Auburn Times?” Mr. Spellman spoke with the question mark on the end of each sentence to ensure his listener understands.
“Yes, this is she.” Rocky answered.
“I need a photographer tomorrow; there is a rally, or maybe a strike by the woman employees of Unistat. Maybe you saw it on TV last night?” Terry asked.
“No Terry I missed that, I was scaring off a claim jumper, and I don’t have a TV,” Rocky answered.
“Oh, well, anyway, can you go down there and get some photos, and call me on the cell phone? Give me the description of what you see? You do have a cell phone, don’t you?” he asked.
Rocky chose to ignore his almost snide patronizing remark.
“Sure, I have a cell phone,” Rocky answered remembering that she was again unemployed. “How much are you paying and where do you want me to go?”
Terry brightened up when he was assured that she was in the twenty-first century. Little did he know that she,on any given occasion did not have the vaguest notion where she last left her cell phone.
Rocky and the newspaper man settled on the deal, and he outlined the scope of the photos that he would like to have shot.
"By the way, how did you know I was a photographer and get my home number?"
"I ran into Marge in the parking lot."
* * *
Unistat was a unionized factory, which manufactured gelatin capsules then filled them with powdered vitamins. The product was sold under various generic store brands. Unistat employed several hundred men and women.
One would never know it was even located on the outskirts of a peaceful upscale suburb of Sacramento, except at quitting time when the streets became thronged with Unistat employees anxious to get home.
Unistat was peaceful until several weeks ago, when a new hire in the payroll department uncovered that her sister, working on the filling line, received a dollar less per hour than the man working next to her.
The new hire, searching further, checked each of the women union employees’ payroll records. She discovered that they too, brought home less money than the male worker in the same job category. The payroll new hire told her sister what she found.
The sister promptly went to
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