Romance

Jill beamed. He turned to me. “Mr. McLoughlin, you did an excellent job as well. I’ll call you the next time I need an engineer.” “As long as the State’s not involved. I learned my lesson this time. These enforced separations are no fun at all.” “Well, I can tell you what I did when I caught the prettiest girl in town looking at me the way Ms. Williams looks at you. That was thirty five years, three kids, and a bunch of grandkids ago. You need to sort this out for yourselves, though.” He put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me with him as he turned to go, speaking quietly. “You’ve got quite a left hook, son. I would have done the same thing, but don’t make a habit of it, OK?” …

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“But still.” “It’s a different business, and if we have to I’ll sub-contract that type of work out to any number of shops that can do it. So if we had say, a thousand tee off blocks to do. Yeah, we’ll sub it out. Even if I just make two bucks a block, it’s just a phone call away.” “So if we’re getting a hundred bucks a piece for the bench carvings, how much is he getting for them?” “I don’t care,” I said, “we’re good with the hundred bucks right?” “I guess.” “You can’t over think this.” “What if someone came in and handed you a piece and said, make me a copy. How would we do it?” “Ah, it’s called a pantograph. We have one right over there,” I pointed to the rarely …

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Snap. “Aaugh!” It broke. She fell. “Fuuuck!” she screamed. “No!” I rushed forward. It was too late. Caitlyn was hanging upside down, firmly attached, by the shoelace loop of her left boot. Her arms hung down, her fingertips were all of maybe an inch off the ground. Her right leg was bent at the knee, hanging by its own weight. I collapsed in laughter. She reminded me of a Tarot card. The Hanging Man. She twisted, flexed, bent up, reached, bent up again, twisted again and tried to raise herself again, all to no avail. The sad thing was that had I not been there, Caitlyn would have been in a life threatening situation. Unless she could raise herself up and unhook that boot, she was food for the vultures. I doubted that anyone could …

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