A Tale of Two Rivers – Flo

January 4, 2011 at 3:35 pm · Filed under A Tale of Two Rivers

The chatter in the Café is almost deafening.  Trying to control this crowd of town folks, each with their own opinion of whom or what the bones found at the constructions site belonged to, is mind boggling.  Why all these people felt the need to meet here at the Café is beyond me. Now, I’m not complaining.  The business is great.  I just wish the Sheriff would get here soon.  Maybe he can do something about the stories spreading around like wildfire.  Maybe calm some of the fears of some of the folks.  Good thing I bought a gun. 

 I’ve heard myself, from a reliable source of course, the bones belong to a stranger who went missing a few years back.  I remember serving him lunch just like it was yesterday.  He had a burger, fries and a chocolate shake.  He was only passing through town he said.  Not planning on staying, just wanted to take a few pictures and leave.  He asked me about some of the points of interest in the town of Two Rivers, paid his bill and left.  Nice enough young fellow, very polite and not bad looking at all.  I guess I’ll have to wait and see what the Sheriff says. 

Now, what the heck is that commotion?  What’s Gertie Mae doing?  Is that Bessie’s dog?  I hope Gertie Mae isn’t trying to catch him.  He’ll bite her for sure.  Run Coco.  I wonder if Bessie knows he’s gone.  Thank goodness he got away and there he goes out the back door.   Good thing I left that open.

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Tale of Two Rivers – Flo

October 14, 2010 at 11:51 am · Filed under A Tale of Two Rivers

Things in Two Rivers have been quiet. That is until lately.  A few weeks ago, there was some kinda commotion going on at the construction site of the new library.  I was taking out the trash from the morning rush and spotted a crowd gathering.  I had to wait until the breakfast crowd thinned out to take a walk over.  

The rumors spreading were they had dug up a bone, a human bone.  I had to see for myself.  It looked human.  It didn’t look at all like the bones I throw out at night for the towns strays.  Some of those end up buried other places in town and not behind the Café. 

In all the time I have lived here, I have never been afraid.   I’m alone in the Café a lot at night and some nice nights I walk home alone.  I’ve heard some of our neighbors have deep, dark secrets but I always thought Two Rivers was a peaceful little town.  Well, after chatting with some of the town neighbors and listening to the gossip from some of my customers, I’ve decided it’s time for me to start packin’ heat.   I consulted Two Rivers’ resident expert on guns, Gertie Mae Gillespie.  She has carried a gun for a long time.  Gertie Mae filled me in on everything she knew and then took me shopping.  I’m the proud owner of a Colt 45 almost as nice as Gertie Mae’s.  Now I’m ready for that good lookin’ deputy to snuggle up real close behind me and teach me how to use it.

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A Tale of Two Rivers – Flo

July 1, 2010 at 7:57 am · Filed under A Tale of Two Rivers

For all of you passing through the small town of Two Rivers, make sure you stop at the Two Rivers Café.  I’ll fix you up a plate of food to die for. 

Florence Ruth Johnson is my given name, but you can call me Flo.  I have to share with you that learning to love the town of Two Rivers didn’t come easy for me.  You see, I was happy working in Vegas as a show girl in the follies.  I met a handsome, smooth talking, truck-driving man.  He asked me to marry him.  He must have caught me on a good day because I said yes.  I thought we would marry, I would stay in Las Vegas and he would continue to drive his truck but visit me in Vegas when he had time off.  Was I ever wrong?  He had other ideas. 

Trying to console him because we never spent any time together, I joined him on one of his road trips ten years ago.  One rainy night our truck broke down in the town of Two Rivers.  Of course, the parts we needed had to be ordered.  During the three days we spent in Two Rivers my new husband got a wild idea and decided to give up truck driving, take part of his and my savings and open a café.  He found what he thought was the perfect spot on the corner of Main Street and Vine and named it the Two Rivers Café.  During the few months he attempted to run the Two Rivers Café, he managed to hire some of the pretty, young, unemployed girls of Two Rivers as waitresses.  “Just doing my part to help out the community of our new found hometown” was his argument.  One of these young things caught his eye and they ran off together leaving me responsible financially and physically for his hair-brained idea.  Thanks goodness we didn’t have any children. 

Well, news of the good-for-nothing jerk leaving me spread around Two Rivers like wildfire.  I found out I had made a lot more friends than I thought in the short time we had been there.  I was overwhelmed by the outpouring of sympathy from the women in town, plus the offers to replace the worthless piece of crap in our bedroom from a lot of the men in town.  It turns out the men of Two Rivers can’t seem to resist a showgirl or a little scandal.  Not that I don’t like being the talk of the town, but you should see some of these men.  Anyway, it turns out I can cook.  I’ve managed to make a pretty good living owning the Two Rivers Café.   I also started teaching dancing lessons at the local Y.  I decided I would just stay in Two Rivers for awhile.  I might even decide to make it home.

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