11:18 am, Saturday - just outside the hardware store
@Open Starter
“Mhm, I know that’s-” Olivia said, nodding sympathetically and not even sighing when she was cut off again, his story plowing on as though he hadn’t heard her. His hearing was terrible, she wouldn’t have been shocked.
“And then dear, you’ll never believe this, the council wrote back and told me they’d considered my position and decided to move forward anyways!” Mr. Lowrey voice raised to a trembling height, just slightly above his usual horse whisper, great conviction in the concerned line of his frown.
Olive knew he meant well, she strained to remember that much. The man was well known for being quite passionate about his projects, and willing to talk for as long as someone was too polite to tell him enough. However, Olivia was about to hit that point of desperate, and scanning quickly, she locked onto the first person who met her eyes.
“Sorry Mr. Lowery- Right, Chester, I know. Sorry Chester, but I actually just saw a friend and needed to have a word with them over something, could we continue this another time? I’d love to hear all about the irrigation,” Olive promised quickly, glanced meaningfully over and quickly breaking away with a grateful grin and promise for ‘another time’ when the old man waved her off.
Keeping appearances, she made a quick bee-line for her unwitting savior, hoping Mr. Lowrey would quickly go about his business before he realized he’d been duped.
“Sorry, I just needed to get away from a story about sewer lines,” Olive quickly explained once she’d reached them, a side look towards Mr. Lowery. He was a well known figure by the locals, but those new in town were fair game and never got a warning. After all, it kept him busy a few months before they learned the lesson, it was just a part of learning to live in Ruston “Just give me a few minutes to pretend we needed to talk about something. I really appreciate it.”








