just talked to Clint, he said to
call you, where’s Mama?”… She sighed. “Me, I’ll need money.” She rubbed her
forehead. “Can you help me out, line me up with some
dates?”...“Not a chance, won’t do it,” she answered
emphatically. “Minnesota and Wisconsin only, I refuse to set foot in Wyoming.”
She looked at her phone quick and put it to her ear. “Clint’s
calling.”…“Please.”
She
disconnected and switched to the other call. “Clint?”…“Colorado!” she cried. “What
the hell is she doing in Colorado? For sure?” …“That’s
just great!” she responded angrily while gritting her teeth, then listened some
more before answering. “The hell if I know, it’s her usual dump and run. I need
the number for the Minneapolis Airport.”…“ Ahh , hello,
I’m on my way there now, last I checked phonebooks weren’t standard issue in
glove boxes. I need your help here and you know it, quit being an ass.”…“Oh
forget it, I’ll figure it out myself,” she snapped.
Kris
didn’t know what was going on, but apparently they had a crisis going on in the
family. Not knowing what to do and helping the only way he knew how, he sent
Nik a text asking him to look up the number for the airport and to text it to
him. He quickly received a response back indicating Nik was working on it.
Pulling
the phone from her ear, she looked at it and put it back. “I’ve got to go,
Wade’s calling.”…“ Mmhmm , thanks.”
Ending
one call and on to the other, she answered, “Wade?”
She sat listening then sighed. “Barrels, why not team? I want—what?” she asked,
her mouth hanging open as she listened. “Wade… turn tricks?” Her voice went edgy. “My involvement is contingent on turning tricks,
is that it?” She growled, then snapped, “How
much?”…“I’m worth ten times that!”… “What?” she asked clearly annoyed. “Tight,
flashy, and sparkly,” she repeated. “You mean cheap and tawdry! That son of a
bitch, you tell him if he wants me, he needs to dig deeper, waaaay deeper in the green then that, and if he doesn’t like it, he can shove it up
his ass.”
Having
said all that she was going to say on the subject, she went on, “I need to call
the airport.” Stopping, she listened. “If he comes up to a respectable dollar
amount, yes, otherwise tell him I have a few more calls to make. That should
light a fire under his ass.”
Disconnecting
the call, she looked at Kris and asked politely, “Do you know how I can get
directory assistance on a cell phone?”
Handing
her his phone, he showed her the text he’d received from Nik with the phone
number.
“ Ahhh , this the number for the
airport?” she asked uncertain, as she started dialing. “Thank you.”
“Sure,”
he answered, not feeling like he was helping much. “Can you maybe tell me
what’s going on?”
“Yes,
I’m expecting a flight from Casper, Wyoming, can you
tell me when it’s expected to arrive?”
Okay,
at first he thought she was talking to him, but it turned out she wasn’t.
“None,
really?” she asked, sounding bewildered. “ Ummm … ummm , how about Colorado? Denver
maybe.” She was transferred, transferred again, talk, talk, talk, with
nothing being added to the story but for more confusion, then more
transferring, more talking.
“Pulling
to the gate now?” she responded weakly. “ Ummm , I’m
coming. I’m not there yet, but I’m coming. I’m sorry, I just found out about
this, and I’m coming as fast as I can. How long? Ahhh …”
She looked at her surroundings, then at him.
He
answered her. “We’re in downtown St. Paul, about fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen
minutes.”…“Where do I go?” …“Concourse D.” … “Thank you, I’m coming, thank you.”
Disconnecting
and taking a few deep breaths, she started flipping through screens on her
phone. “Kris, thank you, I’m—” Her phone started ringing. “Wade?”
He
was starting to get pissed, and he
call you, where’s Mama?”… She sighed. “Me, I’ll need money.” She rubbed her
forehead. “Can you help me out, line me up with some
dates?”...“Not a chance, won’t do it,” she answered
emphatically. “Minnesota and Wisconsin only, I refuse to set foot in Wyoming.”
She looked at her phone quick and put it to her ear. “Clint’s
calling.”…“Please.”
She
disconnected and switched to the other call. “Clint?”…“Colorado!” she cried. “What
the hell is she doing in Colorado? For sure?” …“That’s
just great!” she responded angrily while gritting her teeth, then listened some
more before answering. “The hell if I know, it’s her usual dump and run. I need
the number for the Minneapolis Airport.”…“ Ahh , hello,
I’m on my way there now, last I checked phonebooks weren’t standard issue in
glove boxes. I need your help here and you know it, quit being an ass.”…“Oh
forget it, I’ll figure it out myself,” she snapped.
Kris
didn’t know what was going on, but apparently they had a crisis going on in the
family. Not knowing what to do and helping the only way he knew how, he sent
Nik a text asking him to look up the number for the airport and to text it to
him. He quickly received a response back indicating Nik was working on it.
Pulling
the phone from her ear, she looked at it and put it back. “I’ve got to go,
Wade’s calling.”…“ Mmhmm , thanks.”
Ending
one call and on to the other, she answered, “Wade?”
She sat listening then sighed. “Barrels, why not team? I want—what?” she asked,
her mouth hanging open as she listened. “Wade… turn tricks?” Her voice went edgy. “My involvement is contingent on turning tricks,
is that it?” She growled, then snapped, “How
much?”…“I’m worth ten times that!”… “What?” she asked clearly annoyed. “Tight,
flashy, and sparkly,” she repeated. “You mean cheap and tawdry! That son of a
bitch, you tell him if he wants me, he needs to dig deeper, waaaay deeper in the green then that, and if he doesn’t like it, he can shove it up
his ass.”
Having
said all that she was going to say on the subject, she went on, “I need to call
the airport.” Stopping, she listened. “If he comes up to a respectable dollar
amount, yes, otherwise tell him I have a few more calls to make. That should
light a fire under his ass.”
Disconnecting
the call, she looked at Kris and asked politely, “Do you know how I can get
directory assistance on a cell phone?”
Handing
her his phone, he showed her the text he’d received from Nik with the phone
number.
“ Ahhh , this the number for the
airport?” she asked uncertain, as she started dialing. “Thank you.”
“Sure,”
he answered, not feeling like he was helping much. “Can you maybe tell me
what’s going on?”
“Yes,
I’m expecting a flight from Casper, Wyoming, can you
tell me when it’s expected to arrive?”
Okay,
at first he thought she was talking to him, but it turned out she wasn’t.
“None,
really?” she asked, sounding bewildered. “ Ummm … ummm , how about Colorado? Denver
maybe.” She was transferred, transferred again, talk, talk, talk, with
nothing being added to the story but for more confusion, then more
transferring, more talking.
“Pulling
to the gate now?” she responded weakly. “ Ummm , I’m
coming. I’m not there yet, but I’m coming. I’m sorry, I just found out about
this, and I’m coming as fast as I can. How long? Ahhh …”
She looked at her surroundings, then at him.
He
answered her. “We’re in downtown St. Paul, about fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen
minutes.”…“Where do I go?” …“Concourse D.” … “Thank you, I’m coming, thank you.”
Disconnecting
and taking a few deep breaths, she started flipping through screens on her
phone. “Kris, thank you, I’m—” Her phone started ringing. “Wade?”
He
was starting to get pissed, and he
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