by fred flynn
part 18 of ?
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a long black limousine pulled up in front of the flower shop.
the limo was overseen by walt montgomery, a big man with a small head. he wore a blue chaufeur’s uniform two sizes too small for him and stared straight ahead with a surly expression.at the rain drops hitting the windshield.
beside him sat wally montgomery - no relation - a small young man wearing a sailor suit and languidly licking a chocolate chip ice cream cone.
behind them in the rear seat sat wallace montgomery - no relation to walt or wally - a central bureaucrat of savage temper and overweening ambition.
walter put his head out the window of the limo.
carol the h r person had just turned to al the textile salesman to respond to his suggestion that they enter the flower shop to get in out of the rain.
excuse me, walter asked, but would you folks like a lift? this rain is predicted to take quite a violent and unpredictable turn.
how can that be predicted if it is unpredictable? carol replied casually.
wally laughed so hard he almost dropped his chocolate chip ice cream cone in his lap.
even saturnine walt managed a slight smile amounting to little more than a grimace.
who the devil are you anyway? al the textile salesman demanded angrily of walt.
who am i? i am montgomery. and you, my friend, do not know enough to get in out of the rain.
this retort was delivered with such force that no one present exhibited the least urge to either laugh or smile.

to be continued
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