*This is what I wrote thinking about Sister Bertha Mae Floddlebuster from day 9 character’s study. I would love to hear what you think.
Sister Bertha Mae Floddlebuster heard something bumping on her oak wood floors downstairs. She wondered, why her Techno 100 alarm system wasn’t triggered.
She swiped the pistol off the nightstand. Slipping on her robe she tiptoed through her bedroom entrance way. It was times like these that she wished she was thirty instead of seventy-two.
Lots of noise was coming from the kitchen. Bertha could hear the pots and pans clanging. She didn’t tiptoe any longer; whoever or whatever it was couldn’t hear her over all that noise.
She descended the stairs and bypassed the dining room. When she arrived at the kitchen, she saw the man. He was packing a pistol.
Bertha cleared her throat as she approached him.
The plump man turned around with a skillet in his right hand and a boiler in his left.
“What are you doing Junior Renfroe?”
“Well since you told me to make myself at home, Aunt Bertha. I decided I would come over and cook some supper.”
“You know my apartment doesn’t have a kitchen. I didn’t get off until eleven-thirty and I am so tired of fast food. Besides I know you’re up at all times of the night.”
“I used to be. I’m retired from that life.”
“You’re telling me that you’re going to plant roses and crochet all day long.”
“For Heaven’s sake, no.”
“That’s what I thought. By the way, Sheriff Grady’s been inquiring about you.” Junior went, and sat beside Bertha at the breakfast nook.
“I hope you told him lots of mundane things about me.” Bertha said as she got up and walked to the cabinet with the coffee cups. She then walked over and grabbed the instant coffee.
“One things for sure, he’s persistent. He knows you transferred the money to an account in Tahiti.”
“I knew I should have transferred the money in Raleigh. Who else knows?” The microwave beeped. She grabbed the coffee cups with the warm water and put a teaspoon of coffee in each one then turned to look at Junior.
“Another deputy besides me. Oh and there’s one other thing. He’s got a FBI agent, a buddy of his, checking out your friend. He caught Henry sneaking around your house when you weren’t here.”
“Is that right. I wonder what Henry Calliente is up to. I may have to do a little background check myself.” Bertha got up from the kitchen table. She walked to the refrigerator and started grabbing eggs, bacon, English muffins, and milk.
“I thought you were retired.”
“What do you think about me coming out of retirement, Junior? Why don’t you stay while I cook breakfast? We’ve got some planning to do.”
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