3 - The old vans.
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There's a few vans on Del's sister's property a
few blocks away from where I live. Vans and about
everything else; one of those crowded cluttered
lots where everything is saved but nothing is
used. The house was run down even before the Olds
started coming back. That "rezoning meeting
scheduled" sign on the weeds out front makes me
smile, but not a happy one. But that house, wow. I
guess it's at least dry inside, in spots.
Anyways, the vans. The Dodge is my favorite, it
has the high roof and the sofa-bed in back, and
you can sit there for a bit if you clear away some
papers and clothes and wires and whatever. The
weatherstripping is still reasonable, and the
motor still runs, and sometimes we go in there to
warm up a bit, if we find some gasoline to spare.
Can't go anywhere with the worn-out transmission,
and the wheel bearings must be shot by now too. I
tend to hide a few things in the vans so they
aren't lying out when the centaurs come around,
demanding whatever stuff they decide they like
that day. I don't know why they never think of
going behind the house to those vans. They might
talk like us, but they aren't as smart as they say
they are. Not from what I can tell, at least. They
sure can kick hard, though. Just ask Del.
