Life here in Hillmomba is like a box of chocolates. You can't be quite sure what each day will bring you. Sometimes it's a treat, like when we get a call that one of our properties has sold. Other times it's something distasteful, which you wouldn't share with your worst enemy. Well. My readers are NOT my worst enemy. And I'm a well-known over-sharer. So here you go...
When Hick left the Mansion on Thursday, he was stopped at the top of His and Buddy's Badly-Blacktopped Hill, by a couple of neighbors.
"They said, 'We want you to know, because you're going to pass it, but we've already called the police. So you don't have to stop.' They said there was a car in the creek on that little opening where people drive their 4-wheelers in."
"Oh. By the little waterfall? Where I've seen people parked beside it, blocking the road on that curve?"
"Yeah. Down by where the Bad-Hay-Baling-Lawyer's son knocked out our power on his birthday, knocking down the electric pole."
"Oh. I know."
"I seen it there. It was a little red car, some foreign car. Just its wheels were in the water, I think. They said the driver's door was open, and there was a woman in there, part on the floor, part in her seat. They couldn't wake her up. So they called the police. On my way to town, I seen several county sheriff's deputies on the way, and then the ambulance, and then the ambulance district supervisor. Them neighbors said it looked like maybe it was somebody who had been living in their car. They don't know what was wrong with her."
Well. It's still a mystery. There was nothing in the local online newspaper about it. Nothing on TV. So I figure it probably wasn't a murder or a death. I'm still curious.
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