Still Waiting

Chapter Twenty-nine

Janelle glanced at her watch. It was almost ten o’clock and no one had come yet.

Her stomach stopped growling long ago. She was tired of sitting on this vinyl chair, counting the fifteen dead flies in the windowsill and the seven cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. For the past couple hours while Cliff and Monty walked around—either complaining or arguing with each other—she prayed.

         “I tell you, Cliff, one of us can drive into Belleview and buy a pizza or something. In fact, I could do it.”

         “Yeah, and as soon as you leave, Thorne will come with the money and I’ll be the only one here to protect our interest. It’s no good.”

         Monty paced the floor a few minutes. “I got it! We can call a pizza place in Belleview and have them deliver.”

“Are you crazy? What are we supposed to tell them? We live at an old gas station off Route 21? I don’t think so.”

“Hey, we could hold the delivery boy at gunpoint, like the kid did on Home Alone. We’ll just slide the money out—”

“Monty.” Cliff covered his face with his hand. “You have the dumbest ideas. Forget your stomach!”

“Why don’t you call Thorne back. See if he’s on the way.”

Cliff was silent a moment. Finally he sat down and folded his arms. “We’ll wait it out.”

Janelle sighed. They might be sitting in this dump forever.

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Poor Janelle! We’re going to have to leave her sitting here over the weekend, and I hope you have a good one.

         Until Monday, God bless!