There in her office, Dottie Dinklemeyer barked orders into the phone-
“I am paying you big bucks ~ and I want results!” ~ you find her now ~ before that garden
party hostess ~ turned realtor, Alice Fuller finds her!”
“I want that property ~ and before you can say Jackie Susann ~ that old dump
will be torn down ~ and six new, beautiful ~ high profit raised ranches
with river views will be standing there!”
Unbeknownst to Dottie ~ the Simpson Boys
were showing an interest in her large Cadillac!
She continued her rant, shouting into the phone ~
There were protestations on the other end of the line, but Dottie was distracted by her
notice of something happening in the periphery of her vision.
She threw down the phone and leapt to her feet
heading for the door.
Little did she know that Gladys Simpson was coming down the
sidewalk with the rest of her brood!
“Hey you little bastards ~ get away from there ~ get your grubby paws off my Caddy!”
The Simpson Boys scattered!
But not with out shouting ~ “Ding dong the witch is dead!”
Dottie changed her tone as she realized Gladys Simpson was behind her-
pushing her youngest in a pram.
“Oh Gladys ~Lovely day isn’t it?”
“Looking for a new house to fit all those adorable kiddies in?”
“Here’s my card- Dottie does it best!”
Dottie headed back into her office, mumbling to herself, but loud enough
for Gladys and her daughters to hear ~
“Those Catholics, oh brother, I need to start offering additions!”
As they passed, Suzie Simpson asked " Mother ~
Why does that lady smell like a rotten egg?”
“Listen” said Dottie- turning her attention back to the caller-
“I am heading over to that so called country club to hob~nob with these damn hicks,
and see what other clients I can take from that ninny Alice.”
The minute you hear back- you reach me- got it?”
~ NEXT ~
What a lovely day for the Country Club,
Golf anyone?
