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seven-hundred thou... half of which went straight to his ex Norma and

the other half into his retirement fund.

They had long since divided the four-bedroom house they owned in

Toronto and Split the bank accounts end the small pension he had put
Bax wasn’t headed for Primacy, Hell he didn’t 't even know the place

existed of course. He had purchased little cabin in the quaint little

village of Sundridge Ontario and decided to take the scenic route. As he

crossed the town line he had noticed strange sound, Iike a sewing

machine and cursed. He rolled down his Window end the sound grew
louder.

he had heard it before on a family outing.

The alternator was shot, which meant his Battery wasn't getting any

juice which in turn meant he wasn't going to get very far.

The road ahead was empty; he hadn't seen another car for hours. The
forest came right up to the edge of the blacktop, pine trees, elms,

dogwood. He wandered how far it was to the next service station and

said a silent prayer. 'Please God... I don't walk... or sleep in my car…

Ten sweat-filled minutes later that prayer was answered. Ahead on the right gas station. The big
yellow and white plastic sign out front

wasn't customized. Instead, it was one of the kinds you rented and then
put the letters on yourself. It read 'Bob Kout's Gas Bar and Auto Service'

in big black block letters and bax let out a long exhale of air. He hadn't

even realized he was holding his breath.

He turned off of the two-lane country road end rolled up to the old

fashion pumps. 'Hell, these things should be in a museum!' he thought.
He pulled the handle on the door but realized suddenly that a men was

standing next to the Car. He gave the guy an apologetic smile, turned the

ignition to Bax rolled down the Power window. The men were old,

perhaps seventy with droopy dour face. He had bushy white eyebrows