The letter said that she was pregnant and that I was the father of the child. I was working out of the country and it would be several months before the project would be done and we could return home. When I did get home, she told me that she had found another man and he had ask her to marry him and he would never know that the child wasn’t his.
I received word that a friend had passed away and she was my daughters mother. I spoke with the boss, but he said he needed me and couldn’t give me the time off, but I told him I had to go. I had never seen my daughter and I wanted to know what kind of a young lady she had turned into. I got the first flight to New York and caught the next flight going to San Antonio and still had to get to a place called Stockdale which was around forty miles east of there and I was running late.
At the cemetery, I found I was at the wrong cemetery and the wrong funeral, Then someone said: that the services were still being held at a funeral home, When I got there, I found it was not my friends funeral services. I called around and was told, they thought, that funeral was held last week.
Then I went to the family home of another close friend, which was a large fancy home, just out of town. It was built by his Grand-parents, who were quite wealthy. I rang the door bell. The door opened and there stood the old friend that I wanted to see. He was really surprised to see me, as he had heard that I had been killed in an accident a year ago. He took my hand, shook it and pulled me in and with his arm over my shoulders he was introducing me to everyone. They were having a reception for a newly married couple. He then introduced me to his wife. Guess what! She was an old girl friend that I once dated and the mother to my daughter.
I learned that she was married to the man that she had told me about and he had a heart attack and died. He was her second husband and they had two other children by that union. As we visited, she told me that she was married when we were going together, her first husband had been in the army and was killed in the war in Germany. That is when she told me that I was the father of her yet unborn daughter. This was her third marrage.
After that she introduced me to her father, who was the county sheriff and he acted as if he knew me, when she gave my name. He had wanted to talk to me about several crimes that had taken place in and around the area. I was not considered a suspect in the crimes, but was thought that I had information on them. The Sheriff told me that the case had not been closed and that he still wanted to talk with me and ask me that I to come to his office tomorrow. This old one sounded like a guy that finishes everything that he starts.
About here, is when the house cat peed on my shoe and the dogs, all three of them, kept sniffing my lower half from my belt to my shoes. They just wouldn’t stop. Of course it could have been what I had in my pockets, that interested them! I was hungry when I got here and had been stuffing my pockets with things to eat. I was still being watched by the sheriff as I was escorted around the room.
I knew how large this house was and that it had many bed rooms and I was expecting to be asked to spend the night. But being a newly married couple themselves, they must have had other plans.
I called a taxi and went back to town to get a room for the night. But all Motels were full, there were no rooms to be had, All the Public buildings were locked up for the for the night, guess they were afraid that someone would scome in and steal a roll of toilet paper or two. Them rolls do make a good pillow for ones head. I hate to spend a night on a bench in the park, as those policemen keep coming around and telling you to move on.
I walked around most of the night and I know I had a few blisters on my feet. I went into this gas station and ask to use the men’s room and was told it was for the customers only, I said okay, I’ll just go out behind the building. He said No- No and handed me the key. When I was finished, I returned the key and wanted to thank him.
We spoke for a few minutes and I told him I was no bum or transient, I had a good paying job and money in the bank. That my luggage had been lost somewhere and that I couldn' find an empty motel room in town and was here for a funeral. He said; “don’t I know you”? We went to school together. Sometime later, he told me I could go to his apartment and get a shower and clean up and get some rest, then he tossed me the keys to his truck. He told me to come back later after I was rested.
I received word that a friend had passed away and she was my daughters mother. I spoke with the boss, but he said he needed me and couldn’t give me the time off, but I told him I had to go. I had never seen my daughter and I wanted to know what kind of a young lady she had turned into. I got the first flight to New York and caught the next flight going to San Antonio and still had to get to a place called Stockdale which was around forty miles east of there and I was running late.
At the cemetery, I found I was at the wrong cemetery and the wrong funeral, Then someone said: that the services were still being held at a funeral home, When I got there, I found it was not my friends funeral services. I called around and was told, they thought, that funeral was held last week.
Then I went to the family home of another close friend, which was a large fancy home, just out of town. It was built by his Grand-parents, who were quite wealthy. I rang the door bell. The door opened and there stood the old friend that I wanted to see. He was really surprised to see me, as he had heard that I had been killed in an accident a year ago. He took my hand, shook it and pulled me in and with his arm over my shoulders he was introducing me to everyone. They were having a reception for a newly married couple. He then introduced me to his wife. Guess what! She was an old girl friend that I once dated and the mother to my daughter.
I learned that she was married to the man that she had told me about and he had a heart attack and died. He was her second husband and they had two other children by that union. As we visited, she told me that she was married when we were going together, her first husband had been in the army and was killed in the war in Germany. That is when she told me that I was the father of her yet unborn daughter. This was her third marrage.
After that she introduced me to her father, who was the county sheriff and he acted as if he knew me, when she gave my name. He had wanted to talk to me about several crimes that had taken place in and around the area. I was not considered a suspect in the crimes, but was thought that I had information on them. The Sheriff told me that the case had not been closed and that he still wanted to talk with me and ask me that I to come to his office tomorrow. This old one sounded like a guy that finishes everything that he starts.
About here, is when the house cat peed on my shoe and the dogs, all three of them, kept sniffing my lower half from my belt to my shoes. They just wouldn’t stop. Of course it could have been what I had in my pockets, that interested them! I was hungry when I got here and had been stuffing my pockets with things to eat. I was still being watched by the sheriff as I was escorted around the room.
I knew how large this house was and that it had many bed rooms and I was expecting to be asked to spend the night. But being a newly married couple themselves, they must have had other plans.
I called a taxi and went back to town to get a room for the night. But all Motels were full, there were no rooms to be had, All the Public buildings were locked up for the for the night, guess they were afraid that someone would scome in and steal a roll of toilet paper or two. Them rolls do make a good pillow for ones head. I hate to spend a night on a bench in the park, as those policemen keep coming around and telling you to move on.
I walked around most of the night and I know I had a few blisters on my feet. I went into this gas station and ask to use the men’s room and was told it was for the customers only, I said okay, I’ll just go out behind the building. He said No- No and handed me the key. When I was finished, I returned the key and wanted to thank him.
We spoke for a few minutes and I told him I was no bum or transient, I had a good paying job and money in the bank. That my luggage had been lost somewhere and that I couldn' find an empty motel room in town and was here for a funeral. He said; “don’t I know you”? We went to school together. Sometime later, he told me I could go to his apartment and get a shower and clean up and get some rest, then he tossed me the keys to his truck. He told me to come back later after I was rested.
I had just settled into a soft couch, when the door flew open and there stood the land lady and the Sheriff with his gun out and pointing right at me. He wouldn’t listen to a word I said, and off to jail we went,
Someone at the Sheriff’s office called the gas station and told them that they had recovered the truck that was stolen and they had the thief locked up in jail. About that time, my friend who was the mother of my daughter, had stopped at this gas station for gas. It appears that she and the station guy had been having a little affair.
At he gas station he told her that her father had this man in jail and that he did not steal his truck, he had loaned it to him. She in turn, called her father, the Sheriff and asked to bring the man to the gas station and the matter could easily be cleared up.
When the Sheriff got there, the woman told him about the satiation and that this man was the father of his granddaughter, when the Sheriff heard that, he drew his gun from his holster and it went off, hitting the Sheriff in the foot. An ambulance was called and the entire Sheriff department came as an escort to the ambulance. Everyone went to the hospital except me and the gas station guy, My friend at the Gas Station got me a ride back to San Antonio where I got on the first flight leaving the country.
Now I am setting here in a cantina in Peru and drinking cold beers. My boss is going to met me here so we can take a look at our next project. I am going to sue the air lines for losing my luggage and I ain’t never going back to Texas again and I am done with women………….
Waitress, bring me another cold one, …… Say, you are a cute one, I’ll give you a dollar for a kiss, ….. what’s that” you will kiss me for “How Much ?” Do I get Fries with that?
By; Ben R.
Someone at the Sheriff’s office called the gas station and told them that they had recovered the truck that was stolen and they had the thief locked up in jail. About that time, my friend who was the mother of my daughter, had stopped at this gas station for gas. It appears that she and the station guy had been having a little affair.
At he gas station he told her that her father had this man in jail and that he did not steal his truck, he had loaned it to him. She in turn, called her father, the Sheriff and asked to bring the man to the gas station and the matter could easily be cleared up.
When the Sheriff got there, the woman told him about the satiation and that this man was the father of his granddaughter, when the Sheriff heard that, he drew his gun from his holster and it went off, hitting the Sheriff in the foot. An ambulance was called and the entire Sheriff department came as an escort to the ambulance. Everyone went to the hospital except me and the gas station guy, My friend at the Gas Station got me a ride back to San Antonio where I got on the first flight leaving the country.
Now I am setting here in a cantina in Peru and drinking cold beers. My boss is going to met me here so we can take a look at our next project. I am going to sue the air lines for losing my luggage and I ain’t never going back to Texas again and I am done with women………….
Waitress, bring me another cold one, …… Say, you are a cute one, I’ll give you a dollar for a kiss, ….. what’s that” you will kiss me for “How Much ?” Do I get Fries with that?
By; Ben R.
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