“Okay, Hank, when are you going to be in Sedona?” asked Gretchen.
PBR, Miller and Busch were all named Hank so it made it easy for Gretchen to use their names without getting it wrong. It got a bit complicated once in a while, though, if they were all together.
“Yes, ma’am, we are headed towards Sedona,” said PBR Hank.
“When are you going to be there?” she asked again.
“An hour or so,” answered PBR Hank.
“Good then leave the item we discussed at Sacred Light of Sedona and no funny business as I am already in Santa Fe. You’ll have to get your asses to Oklahoma,” said Gretchen.
“Yes, ma’am. We just need to stop at the next rest area,” said PBR Hank.
“You don’t have any time for that. Cross your legs and think about something else,” said Gretchen.
“But,” said PBR Hank.
“No buts little man. Get your ass to Sedona and deliver that Rudolph doll to the Sacred Light of Sedona. You can do all of your business after that. And then get going to Oklahoma,” said Gretchen and disconnected the call.
“Sorry boys, no pit stops until after we take care of business in Sedona,” said PBR to the rest of the van.
“I’m about to burst,” said Miller.
“Should I call her back to see if it’s okay that we stop anyway?” asked PBR.
“No, no way. I can hold it,” said Miller.
“So who is she?” asked William.
“Gretchen,” shouted the nisser in unison.
“And I guess Gretchen isn’t the motherly type,” asked William.
“Not unless you are a family of rattlesnakes,” remarked Busch.
They all laughed, but not too hard considering the state of their bladders.
