What a good person you are! My kids call periodically to curse us (in a loving way) for instilling them with a Protestant Work Ethic--and we're not Protestant. How can you not go in and work when they need you? Although a reliable car is an important thing to find, Bob, which I know you know. Good luck with that.
I had paying customers yesterday! Two of them--one even had actual cash money. Whew, what a day!
They stood looking at him as he drove off the paved road onto the barely visible track that wound through the cactus barren to end at the caves at Onima. Jack had come to hate the wild donkeys that roamed the island, their wise dark eyes that stared down the brown furry muzzles seemed to be judging him. The rigid posture as they stood motionless radiated disapproval. Foolish women tourists cooed as if the beasts were cartoons come to life but Jack had rounded a curve in the coast road late one night and his headlights illuminated a pair of stallions fighting in the center of the road. The little mare had stood coyly on the verge fluttering her long lashes as the males reared and whinnied, gnashing their yellow teeth at each others' neck. Jack had sat in his rental car watching the primeval battle unfold in his headlights, shaken by the raw power of the fighting males caught in his lights. These were no petting zoo residents content to nibble donkey chow from an outstretched palm.
Bah humbug.
--Barbara
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