Waiting in his battered car, to dump his baggage in another car’s Dickey, he must have dozed off.
Suddenly he heard a car stopped behind. He ducked.
Someone ordered, ‘ dump it in that battered car’s Dickey; it will be easy to open.’
‘Boss! Looks like there is one already here.’
‘Let the fool take care of both. Hurry up.’
He wondered, ‘how will I dispose two? As if one was not enough. This is not fair.’
She would have nagged, as usual, ‘serves you right you old bum!’
But she can’t. No one can, when not in one piece.