Page 159 of Driftwood Daffodil

I may not be able to figure out how I was going to help my brother, but I could save girls from pervert doctors. One fart at a time.

Now if only I could quiet my brain long enough to take a nap.

“Nova’s all alone again.”

I sat straight up and eyed the little boy riding his bike past the trailer.

“That’s because no one likes her.” Another sang as he pedaled up next to the other.

My eyes narrowed.

Billy and Kyle.

“Look at how she dresses.”

I looked down at my plaid shorts. What was wrong with how I dressed?

Billy turned his bike around to come for another pass, as his brother added, “And she smells bad.”

Really, that was the best they had. Though I probably could use a shower. It had been a long day.

“Nova is a loser, Nova is a loser,” they sang in unison as they rode away.

That’s it.

I sprang out of my chair and pointed after them. “You two better watch your backs.”

Pissants rushed down the road and ran in their trailer.

That’s right. They better be afraid of me.

Another shaving cream bomb was coming their way. Right after I got the energy to go to the store and get supplies.

Taking one last glare at the blue trailer, I sat back down. That’s when my day started to get better. A shiny red Corvette was turning into the trailer park, and it was nice and low to the ground.

I sat back and took a satisfying drink of my ice tea as it went over the first pothole.

The crunch and grinding sound it made was music to my ears. As was the loudly bellowed out string of curses that followed. With any luck he’d get stuck and I really get a show. Alas my amusement didn’t last long, because the corvette pulled to a stop in front of my truck.

Confusion knit my brows until the driver door opened and Atlee stepped out. Go figure he would drive a Corvette.

“What the fuck?” he bent over to inspect the bottom of his car. “They should have warning signs.”

They did. I took them down.

“Do you see this damage?”

No, but I heard it.

“There’s a huge scratch on my undercarriage.”

“That sucks.” Maybe he shouldn’t drive an expensive car.

Yesterday I backed into a tree, and he didn’t see me stressing over damage. I should probably reattach the bumper though. Pretty sure I had a roll of duct tape around here somewhere.

Atlee continued to fuss over his car while I wondered if I could avoid him by going inside? But I was curious as to why he was here. It wasn’t everyday a girl got a house call from Atlee Fiore. Or maybe it was. Maybe I was the only girl in town that he hadn’t slept with?

After a few minutes Atlee regained his composure, straightened up and headed my way. That’s when I got the pleasure of watching him struggle with Maw Maw’s plastic gate. Sure, I could’ve told him to lift the left corner and kick the bottom, but where was the fun in that? Eventually he gave up and just stepped over it.

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