Manleigh Cheese Part 3 #15
Etty and her slightly concerned spouse arrived at his car in time to see Donna drive off down the road. She waited for him to unlock the passenger door before entering the automobile; she’d learned that was polite from watching television.
John settled into the driver’s seat, and made sure Etty wore the seatbelt correctly, after securing his own. She smiled at him, and it felt as though everything in the world was bright and shiny. He smiled back and started the car.
“Your car feels very ambivalent.” She said out of nowhere.
“What?”
“It doesn’t really like you, but it doesn’t have strong feelings the other way, either.”
“I don’t really know what to say about that.” He shook his head as they pulled onto the road in front of Logan’s property. “I keep the oil changed, and all that.”
In the black truck, a mile away, Agent Clark listened to the audio feed from John’s car.
“Do these three regularly talk to themselves, or people who aren’t there?” He wondered out loud. “At least Target Three is listening to classic rock in her car.”
Clark made a note in his logs that John Frost was talking out loud to himself on the way home, and then passed the order to Team Two for the on-site recon. As they emerged from the trees and bushes in front of Logan Manleigh’s home, he turned the audio back to the feed from Donna Abrams’ car.
Rock and roll would make his shift a little more pleasant.
Unfortunately for Agent Clark, he would have learned the identity of John Frost’s invisible passenger if he’d listened for a minute longer.
“Etty, what are you going to do tomorrow while I’m working?”
“I thought I’d check in with my family, and see if there is anything I need to be aware of as I prepare to live with you permanently.”
“Ah. Good idea. Speaking of which, is there anything you need from me in that regard?” John had visions of spending large sums of money on clothes, and fake identification.
“I think I would like to have a few small plants in your… our… home. Maybe, a little storage space for clothing? I’ll need clothes, won’t I?”
John nodded. He made a mental list of people he knew who could be trusted to take her shopping for clothes. Donna. Patti, or Maggie Thorson. He frowned. The list wasn’t very long.
“Why did you frown?” Etty asked with some concern.
“I just realized how few female friends I have. I don’t want you feeling alone over here.”
“My love, I might be young, but I do know how to make friends.” She put her hand on his arm. “Let me worry about things like that. For a time, I’ll attend to the matters of our home, and work towards establishing myself in your world. I’m sure you’ll have enough to worry about if tomorrow turns out as well as you believe it will.”
“You could be right about that.”