“Forever and ever…..”
“Don’t say anything.”, Isabel’s husband said, quietly.
“What?” Aleta asked bewildered.
“About the truck.”
“OOOH. Still not over losing her truck, huh? I thought she bought a new one.”
“She did. It’s an eyesore.”
“How bad?” asked Cyrus, grinning with his arms crossed high across his chest.
“A whole lotta blue bad.”
“How much blue?”
“Lotta, lotta blue. It was actually better when she bought it. The patches of rust toned the blue down. Bob said he could repaint it. Bob said it was best if Mom went with the original color, because if it got scratched, the old paint job would show through. Bob said that would be tacky. Bob said she must not be tacky.”
“Bob?”, quizzed Aleta.
“Bob of Country Bob’s Used Cars and Trucks. He goes to St. Patrick’s with you mother. It’s painted, it’s been blessed by a priest and has the best tires we could find. ”
“Dad, you didn’t let Mom buy another rattle trap?”
“Actually, it runs well. The engine’s solid. The seals are good. Needed new tires and a bed liner. There wasn’t very much wrong after the tune-up. Oh, and a new radiator.”
“Brakes? New brakes?”
“O yeah, new brakes. Here, she comes. She wants to take everybody out for ice cream.”
Isabel roared up in the new-old truck, brave with the thick-treaded tires and a new coat of paint.
“Hop in everybody! Ice cream cones!”
“Ummmm, Mom…….What kind of blue do they call this, Mom?” laughed Cyrus, as they all started piling in.
“Robin’s egg. It’s robin’s egg blue.” sighed Aleta.
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