“Mrs. Carla Jones.”
Carla had her hand on the crowbar under her seat. “Craig you scared the shit out of me!”
Craig opened the door helping her get out of the old Chevy. “Follow me please,” he opened the door for her.
“What’s up Craig?” Carla asked as she buckled her seat belt.
“I need your help getting my BMW home; this is my new vehicle for business use. I’m red Howard is black, Allan’s silver, Marcus green and James gold. The ladies are all in blue cars. Carla, please close your mouth. Sorry more shock and awe.”
“What were you doing in town Carla?”
“Craig I found another secret closet today and asked Lucille for lunch and her advice. She just dropped me back at my car when you pulled up.”
“What’s in the closet Carla” Craig asked.
“Clothes, Craig a lot of clothes in hanging bags, hat and shoe boxes. All 15 feet of it in the bedroom that backs up to the attic.”
“Carla I wonder how come we didn’t find it earlier?”
“There’s a tall standing mirror in front of the door Craig. You wouldn’t know it was there unless you moved the mirror!”
“That huge tall oak mirror, you moved that!”
“Yep, I was careful” Carla replied.
“You know you’re not supposed to move things.” Craig glared at her shaking his
head. “I guess you’ll be busy for a while.”
“Yes I will.”
“Now we have to go get my car.”
Craig cleared his throat. “Actually you have officially been changed over on the insurance policy to drive the Beemer. Carla why haven’t you told me about the car issues you’ve been having?”
“Howard told you?”
“Don’t laugh too loud, I was trying to get my money’s worth out of the
“Well Howard will see if he can get you anything for it. Do we
need to clean out any valuables”
“Just some CD’s.”
“Ok have you got any dinner ready or should we just go back in to town.”
“Turn around, the maid didn’t show up today, she got lost in the attic;
so we’ll have to eat out Mr. Jones.”
“Carly strikes again, any time I’m stressed you come up with the wackiest things.”
“Maybe tomorrow I’ll help you find the maid.”
“Ok the cars all cleaned out, keys in the ashtray, got the plate off Craig?
Let’s roll I’m hungry for a steak!” Craig threw a red-jeweled C key chain
“Yours.” They headed to the Delta and dinner. “Carla I’m off work tomorrow, got any plans besides the attic?”
“Not yet, maybe a massage . . .”