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Timecatcher
Word on the Street
I did the research. It can be done and not too expensively either. This town needs to modernize a bit and that stretch can be dangerous at night.
I know this won’t be enough for Jane. She wouldn’t believe her mother if the woman told her lamb was on sale at Giant Eagle. But here I am telling her and here she is frowning. I’ll wait. I know it’s coming and I know I can’t rush her. I’ve tried, you know, to anticipate her objections but that just gets us into another stupid argument.
I’m left stupid with shock when she shrugs, says it’s worth a try and what do I want for supper tonight?
Should I trust this? Should I trust her? Sitting out in my workshop which is the side of the garage where the car doesn’t live, I ponder my next move. This morning I had it all mapped out but now, now I don’t know. It’s not like it’s some big risk or anything, but dealing with this town’s “city” council is never cut and dried. I should know, I sat on the council for six memorable months last year. It was a case of quit before I got kicked off. I think. Anyway, I quit. No one seemed too broken up about it.
No, none of them returned my calls. It’s probably a dumb idea anyway, thinking that extending the street lights out past town to the dump would get any support.
