"Seizing the Fleece"
We seized the fleece last Saturday night; it was
easy. We got away Scot free.
No one knows how much fleece we seized -- rich
fleece is not easily found, seized, and counted. Oliv-
ia wanted to count it the minute we got back to the
hotel in town, and when we didn't, she stormed into
the bathroom and started to run bath water.
I kinda wanted to count the fleece, but didn't say any-
thing. Tess reminded us that we had to wait until Del-
la called. After all, it was Della's plan. Let her decide
when it was safe to count how much fleece we seized.
On Thursday, Della still hadn't called. She had told
us to sit tight until she gave us the go-ahead to make
the count, split it up, and get out of town. The uncount-
ed fleece lay in a bag in the dresser drawer.
Olivia bathed every day and washed out her underpants.
No one else bothered; we were too nervous. We just sat
around and waited for Della to call.
On Friday about noon I said, "Jesus, I've got to get out
of here and buy some sanitaries. When is that woman
going to call?"
I walked over to the table and picked up a piece of cold
pizza when I heard Olivia yell from the bathroom,
"Use the fleece."
© Don Taylor