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husband was a nice down to earth sort of guy. He seemed quite resigned to her quirks and flights of fancy.
“Oh, he’s fine with it. I have a new updated letter.”
“Letter?”
“Yes, it’s a letter I carry with me always. It’s for in case I run into anyone we know, or a relative. Depending on what I’m doing, they often threaten to call him and let him know what I’m up to. The letter stops all the phone calls.”
“That must be some letter,”
“It basically says that he knows where I am and what I am doing and don’t call him because it interrupts his television programs. He signs it and dates it. And I show it whenever I feel I need to.”
“You have a permission slip from your husband.”
“Well, maybe a little. It’s more of a letter of trust. He knows I’m not going to do anything dangerous or be unfaithful, and he knows I will tell him all about it. This will just keep people from bothering him.”
“Use it often do you?”
“Used to be a lot more—back then I would use it a couple of times a week. Now I’m lucky if I use it a couple of times a month.”
“Well, maybe you can use it at the ball.”
“I sure hope so. I love the look on people’s faces when I pull it out of my wallet and hand it to them. They look like they can hardly believe it.”
Otter wasn’t sure she could believe it either. She’d known the woman for years and had never heard of this before.
“What about your kids?”
“Oh, they’re used to me. And of course, most of the family knows about this and they don’t bother either, but there is always that one trouble maker who has to call him anyway. Like I would forge his signature on a letter,” she said indignantly.
“What does he do when someone calls him to tattle on you?”
“Once a long time ago, he was in the middle of watching a football game and it was a close score you know. Some busybody called him to report on me being at a party without him. He yelled into the phone: ‘I’m glad you told me where she is, I’ve been looking for her and I’m going to get my gun and go out and shoot her.’ Then he went back to watching the game. Then the police showed up and asked to see his gun. He told them he didn’t have a gun, because at that time the kids were little and we thought it best that we didn’t have any around. They said they heard he wanted to kill his wife. He said no, she took the kids and went to a friend’s house so he could watch the game in peace. After a little discussion, they left but I’m pretty sure they watched our house closely for a few years. That neighbor didn’t talk to us for months.” She giggled a little, “I’d like to think we taught her a lesson about getting into other people’s business.
“Now-a-days all he does is ask them if they’ve seen the letter. When they say yes, he asks them if they can fucking read.”
Annie straightened up in her seat. “I hate when he does that. I don’t like it when he uses foul language.”
Otter dropped Annie off at her house thinking that she and Paul were made for each other. Possibly out of factory seconds.
Chapter 4
The biggest treat when Otter and Tempest were in high school was when they visited Otter’s Uncle Leonard Florian—who was a chef—and his wife Carole Julienne—who was a ballerina. They hadn’t become celebrities yet back then, and had the time to spend with two gangly girls who found New York City exhilarating. Later, of course he became one of the first celebrity chefs, most famous for his inventive can’t-live-without-it kitchen gadgets. Carole became the fashion icon people would remember long after her dancing career was over.
Tempest sat in the back of the 1920’s era limousine. It brought back those wonderful memories from those stolen weekends. It was tastefully upholstered in grey velvet. Between each window was an etched crystal vase that held a single pink rose bud. The driver was dressed in a chauffeur’s uniform also
“Oh, he’s fine with it. I have a new updated letter.”
“Letter?”
“Yes, it’s a letter I carry with me always. It’s for in case I run into anyone we know, or a relative. Depending on what I’m doing, they often threaten to call him and let him know what I’m up to. The letter stops all the phone calls.”
“That must be some letter,”
“It basically says that he knows where I am and what I am doing and don’t call him because it interrupts his television programs. He signs it and dates it. And I show it whenever I feel I need to.”
“You have a permission slip from your husband.”
“Well, maybe a little. It’s more of a letter of trust. He knows I’m not going to do anything dangerous or be unfaithful, and he knows I will tell him all about it. This will just keep people from bothering him.”
“Use it often do you?”
“Used to be a lot more—back then I would use it a couple of times a week. Now I’m lucky if I use it a couple of times a month.”
“Well, maybe you can use it at the ball.”
“I sure hope so. I love the look on people’s faces when I pull it out of my wallet and hand it to them. They look like they can hardly believe it.”
Otter wasn’t sure she could believe it either. She’d known the woman for years and had never heard of this before.
“What about your kids?”
“Oh, they’re used to me. And of course, most of the family knows about this and they don’t bother either, but there is always that one trouble maker who has to call him anyway. Like I would forge his signature on a letter,” she said indignantly.
“What does he do when someone calls him to tattle on you?”
“Once a long time ago, he was in the middle of watching a football game and it was a close score you know. Some busybody called him to report on me being at a party without him. He yelled into the phone: ‘I’m glad you told me where she is, I’ve been looking for her and I’m going to get my gun and go out and shoot her.’ Then he went back to watching the game. Then the police showed up and asked to see his gun. He told them he didn’t have a gun, because at that time the kids were little and we thought it best that we didn’t have any around. They said they heard he wanted to kill his wife. He said no, she took the kids and went to a friend’s house so he could watch the game in peace. After a little discussion, they left but I’m pretty sure they watched our house closely for a few years. That neighbor didn’t talk to us for months.” She giggled a little, “I’d like to think we taught her a lesson about getting into other people’s business.
“Now-a-days all he does is ask them if they’ve seen the letter. When they say yes, he asks them if they can fucking read.”
Annie straightened up in her seat. “I hate when he does that. I don’t like it when he uses foul language.”
Otter dropped Annie off at her house thinking that she and Paul were made for each other. Possibly out of factory seconds.
Chapter 4
The biggest treat when Otter and Tempest were in high school was when they visited Otter’s Uncle Leonard Florian—who was a chef—and his wife Carole Julienne—who was a ballerina. They hadn’t become celebrities yet back then, and had the time to spend with two gangly girls who found New York City exhilarating. Later, of course he became one of the first celebrity chefs, most famous for his inventive can’t-live-without-it kitchen gadgets. Carole became the fashion icon people would remember long after her dancing career was over.
Tempest sat in the back of the 1920’s era limousine. It brought back those wonderful memories from those stolen weekends. It was tastefully upholstered in grey velvet. Between each window was an etched crystal vase that held a single pink rose bud. The driver was dressed in a chauffeur’s uniform also
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