The Last Jeskey - Chapter 43

 

The Last Jeskey

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 43

 

(Day 10 – Saturday)

 

Freaky

 

We all watched as Pamela’s car drove out of sight.  Lisa, Shantel, and Natalie though were more interested in watching that bear until it was out of sight too.

Since Natalie hadn’t left us yet, Shantel decided to bring up her biggest question.  “Miss Natalie, can I still go to church tomorrow?”

“Yes Shantel,” Natalie told her.

“How am I gonna get there?”

Natalie seemed to consider that for a moment.  “I guess I’m going to have to drive you.”

“You sure?” Shantel asked.

“Yes,” Natalie told her.  “Don’t worry, I’ll get you there.”

“Great, Miss Natalie,” Shantel replied happily.

But that was when Lisa decided to ask a few questions herself.  “Since we’ve been here,” Lisa said, I haven’t seen any cars around, just those big pickup trucks.  Are there any cars that maybe we can drive so we don’t have to rely on you all the time?  Not to mention, you said you wanted us to help Freaky here see the world.  This place is definitely not the world.  We need to get her out as much as possible I think to get her over some of those crazy ideas she has.”

“Yes,” Natalie agreed.  “That’s certainly true.  She looked to me.  “Did Bo or any of his boys have an actual car here somewhere?”

“They all just drove their trucks.  They liked their trucks,” I told her.

“That’s what I thought,” Natalie replied.  “Sorry Lisa.”

“Then what’s the chance of us driving one of those things instead.  They’re not being used, are they?”

“No, they’re not,” Natalie agreed.  “But before you drive any of them, let me check with my husband to make sure he’s got no issues with it.  I think he’s technically considering this entire farm to be one big crime scene after the murders.”

“That would be great!” Shantel said.  “Wheels!”

“Can you get us the keys for one of them then?” Lisa asked.

“I’ll ask him about it,” Natalie assured her.

“And I hate to ask this,” Lisa continued, “but if we can use the trucks, how about a little money so we can buy the things we need?”

Natalie seemed to sigh.  “I guess I’ll be checking on that too,” she said.

“Yeah,” Shantel said.  “One of the things we’ve got to get for Freaky here is a good pair of scissors so I can straighten out her hair.”

While the others were discussing things, including taking me to see that hairdresser lady, I had another problem going on, and where we were standing was right near where I needed to handle it.  While they were talking, I walked off to the old tool shed and my pee hole behind it.  As much as it smelled, it was like a breath of warm comfort to be able to get back to it again and use it like a good girl…which I did.  And yes, it would have been a whole lot easier without those stupid panties in my way.

When I walked back to the others, they were discussing getting rid of all of the guy’s clothes and things to get them out of the way.

“I’ll add that to my list for my husband,” Natalie told them.

Shantel turned to me as I walked up.  “Where the hell you been Baby Doll?”

“I needed to pee,” I told her.

“Pee?”  She looked around.  “Where?”

“My pee hole is right over there,” I told her.

Shantel seemed to get real angry, and Lisa looked pretty upset too.  “Oh no you don’t!  Not anymore,” Shantel exclaimed.  “I don’t care if you think good girls are supposed to use pee holes…”

“But they are!” I insisted.

“No they don’t!  Good girls use the bathrooms like everyone else in the entire damn world.  Now where is this place?”

I pointed toward the old shed.

“Let’s go Baby Doll.  Show me.”

I led the way toward my pee hole behind the shed and everybody followed me.  “See,” I said when we got back there.  “It’s perfect for girls.”

“No it’s not!” Lisa said angrily.

“We’s gonna get rid of that thing once and for all.  Right now!” Shantel declared.  “You got a shovel or something around here?”

“But we can’t!”  I argued.  “Bo said…”

“Honey Pie, Bo said nothin’!  You ain’t gonna use a pee hole ever again, in your life!  Now find me a shovel!”

She was yelling at me, and I didn’t like it.  And worse, she was going to destroy one of Bo’s biggest rules.  What if he came home and caught me not using it?  I remembered he was dead.  But Gary wasn’t.  Gary could still come home at any time.  What was I going to do then?

“A shovel little missy,” Shantel said angrily.

Fearful, I went around to the other side of the shed and opened the door.  The shovel was the only thing in there that I, or anyone else ever touched, and that was mostly so I could dig myself a new pee hole whenever Bo said I should.  I grabbed the shovel and pulled it out and handed it to Shantel

“Uh-uh Baby Doll.  You is gonna fill that hole in yourself.  Now get busy missy!”

“No!” I wailed, frightened.  “Gary could come home and catch me not…”

“If Gary comes home,” Shantel interrupted me, “he’s not gonna kill you for that, he’s gonna kill you just for livin!  Now get busy!”

Ready to cry, Shantel and the others followed me back around to my pee hole and stood there while I shoveled dirt into the hole, filling it up completely and erasing any trace of it.  I noticed that Natalie was still there, but she wasn’t sticking up for me at all.  But then, the pee hole issue was one of her biggest problems with me too.

While I was working, Lisa disappeared for a minute, then she came back.  As soon as I was done filling in the hole, she asked.  “What are all those tools in there?”

“I don’t know,” I told her.  “They’ve always been there.”

“It doesn’t look like anyone uses them.  They’re all full of rust.”

“The guys never used anything in there that I know of,” I told her.  ”Just this shovel.”

“To dig your pee holes,” Lisa said, sounding disgusted.

“No.  They make me do that?”

“Oh,” Lisa said.  “From what you said, it sounded like they use your shovel too.”

“They do.”

She looked around.  “For what?”

“They’ve got one of their hiding places here, and they use the shovel to get into it.”

Natalie suddenly became very interested.  “Another hiding place?  Where?”

I pointed at the old pump that didn’t work.

“Show me,” Natalie said.

So I walked over to the pump and said, “This is it.”

“Where?” Natalie asked.  “Here,” I said as I stepped up onto the wooden platform that held the pump.

“Under there?”

“Yeah.  That’s why they need the shovel.”

“What’s in that hiding place?” she asked.

“I don’t know.  I’ve never seen in it.  That’s men’s business.”

“But you know it’s right here,” Natalie said.

“Sure.  My pee hole is right there.”

Natalie was already pulling her cellphone out of that leather bag she carried everywhere.  A moment later she said, “Will, Freaky just showed us another hiding place.  She doesn’t know what’s in it, but even standing on top of it, I’d never know it was here.”  She listened for a moment.  “No, we haven’t even tried to open it.  Evidently you need a shovel to do it.”  She listened again, then said.  “Okay.  See you soon.”

“Will’s on his way,” Natalie told us.

“Oh good!” Lisa said.  “We can ask him about the trucks and getting rid of all that men’s junk in the rooms.”