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Wednesday, June 13, 2012

795. Oakley Calls Again

(*missed the beginning?  read Part I  and Part II  first)

“Mommy?  The phone is ringing,” Short called out.  Then he proceeded to dance to the ringtone instead of picking it up.  It was his own personal disco service.  “Hello?” I answered. 

“MOV?  Hey, it’s me, Oakley.”  I had been expecting my sister’s call for over a week now.  I tried to be smooth and not bring up Muse right away because I knew it would upset her. 
“So, uh, Oak … what’s the deal with Muse?  Is she still there?” 

“Yes.  She’s here.  She finally talked me into biking cross country with her.  After a few glasses of wine, I caved.  I was like, What the heck?  Sure, why not?  It’s not that far, really, California to Chicago.” 

“Don’t you mean Maine?  Maine would be cross country.” 
“Shhh!  She might hear you, you’re on speaker phone!”  I heard a fumbling noise and then a loud click as she transferred to a receiver.  Oakley continued in a muffled whisper, reminiscent of serial killers in movies.  “Muse thinks Chicago is all the way across America.  She’s lousy with geography, so I’m not gonna tell her.  Chicago is plenty far enough to bike!” 
This explained a lot.  All those times Muse asked me to go shopping with her in Tibet, she probably just meant Florida. 

“So, Oakley, when do you leave?”


“Well, I told her to get some biking gear and we could leave early tomorrow.” 


“Wait, what do you mean, you told her to ‘get some biking gear’?” 


“I gave her my credit card and sent her to the mall.” 


“NO!” 


“She said she'd be back in a few hours ...” 


I could feel my heart beating out of my skeleton, like a cartoon character.  “Oakley, go after her!  Leave now!” 


“What is your problem, MOV?  She knows to only buy biking-related things.” 


“NO! You actually gave her your credit card?  Why would you do that?!” 


“Oh, come on MOV, what could possibly go wrong?”  


(coming up next:  the exciting conclusion!) 


MOV
("Muse/ Oakley Vacation") 

22 comments:

  1. Love this series. Poor Oakley.

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  2. Awh, of course you keep us in suspense :-( I love this, you're so talanted! Can't wait for the conclusion!

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    1. **blushing** thank you, Catherine!

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  3. Personal disco service -- HA! That's too funny. There's a new business for you to start -- personalized disco phone calls. Comes with a free mini-mirror ball.

    Oakley -- WHY did you give Muse your credit card?! I can't wait to see what Muse buys. I know! Disco clothes! :-)

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    1. Oh, I should've had her buy disco clothes. Did not think of that.

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    1. Thanks, Dana! and Muse has her own blog now for anyone who wants to read her archives.

      www.AdventuresOfMuse.blogspot.com

      The link is on my sidebar. :)

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  5. Does this end with Oakley and Muse crashing on your couch, bankrupt and destitute? I can't wait to find out!

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    1. that could be a good plot/ story line.........

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  6. *biting nails...* Hurry, Oakley!!!!

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    1. (you know Oakley will be too late, right, Jayne?)

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  7. MOV, this is very cool! Well done! Now let's see what Muse has exchanged Oakley's whole future life in debt for--and no, a red DeTomaso Panterra is not a bike... ":)

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  8. You been hangin' around Youngman too much with all of your to be continueds! Interesting series!

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  9. Great story...just followed the crack of a certain whip to your site and I like it. Adding you to my reader!

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    1. Thank you, Michael! Welcome. And I hope you stick around and read some of my archives. :)

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  10. Oh no! I hope she has a low limit on her credit card!

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    1. Hmmmmmmm, that gave me a good idea.........

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  11. I am hoping the conclusion has already been published. I am a little behind on my reading. Suspense kills my appetite, and I have a whole bag of cookies that need to go into my belly.

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    1. It is published. Eat your cookies! (are they chocolate?)

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