The Bendersons: Kidnapped at K7 HTML version

“O h okay, as I have to go to the dentist,” said Mum.
Well, after work and class I arrived home and the charity van had just arrived. “Now have
you the stuff ready for collection, baby doll,” indicated the young man who reminded me of an
anorexic meat loaf.
“Sure, it is right here,” I indicated, pointing to the direction of where the stuff was packed in
“Ma'am,” asked Meatloaf.
“Yes, what do you want?”
“Would you be so kind as to allow me to have some o f these chisels? I do part time wood
carving,” he asked pleasantly.
“Yes sure, and if the charity queries then phone me,” I indicated as I scribbled down the
number on his notepad.
“Gee, thanks you’re a legend,” said Meatloaf as he walked off with the bric-a-brac that I had
After this happened, Mum arrived home just as I was going inside. “So you have finished
work, Tam, or maybe you haven’t even gone,” said Mum snarling at me.
“What would make you say something like that,” I retorted, puzzled at her behavior.
“Well I rang your work, Tam,” said Mum, “and they said you were not their today.”
“O f course, Mum,” I said, knowing full well my boss had backed me up today.