Gator Bait
“Ida Belle looked back at a lagging Gertie. “We’re burning daylight.”
Since we were going to take the stolen boat to pick up our equipment, we’d decided to leave the cars at home and walk to the dock. That way, one of our vehicles wouldn’t be parked on Main Street all day, potentially causing questions. Gertie had fallen behind a half block into the walk and Ida Belle had been razzing her for it ever since.
“I’m tired,” Gertie said. “It’s been a long week.”
“It’s only Tuesday,” Ida Belle said.
“All the more reason to be complaining about being tired, then,” Gertie said. “Imagine how I’ll feel if I make it until Friday.”
“What are you bitching about? Tired? At least you got to sleep all night,” Ida Belle said. “With a blow-up doll on a prison cot. Hardly the Ritz.”
I grinned. “Wonder how many angry wives have heard that one before?”
When we got to downtown, we skirted the side of the flower shop and headed behind the row of shops that ran along the bayou.
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