Performing At The Memorial

Having been giving a good track Fannie Bay was doing the entertaining at the Great Northern Darwin Club and realizing she had to move some pounds around the Tab soda can was the choice for the thirsty performer.

“This Silver Melody sure is a winner,” she told the empty room filled with a couple getting the restaurant ready for the evening, “I am going to try another bit for the show and do not mind being considered a torch bearer for this place.”

No response came from her comments despite the two hardworking staff members.

“There is a tornado of souls,” one server said, “they are blowing all over claiming they are still out of the money.”

“Wandji,” Tiddalik answered, “go Wandji I know you are a favorite but the trojan angel disappeared probably the snap on device he should have showed put him out of the money.”

Suddenly the bar door opened, and a golden light invaded, “Issaquah,” Wandji exclaimed hearing birds.

“No Wandji it is the Cowboy Warwick who runs the credit union,”

Taking off the hat the plastic pioneer stepped in, “I hear you should have a good crowd tonight, it’s the Hector Hockington Memorial, I hear he was just laid to rest in All Man Park.”

Wandji crossed herself hearing the word memorial, “Actually sir,” Tiddalik spoke up, “it was Hartzer Park, that was a winner over All Man.’

“That is right he was more like that pink panther, never wasted a second looking for a diamond,” Warwick laughed, “he loved a Hahn Premium Light and a maiden on the plate.”

Later in the evening while Fannie Bay continued to give it her all in remembrance of Hector Hockington a heavy-set writer Gundagai situated himself where the story would come to him, “Gundagai,” said Warwick returning to the social atmosphere.

“Cowboy I am looking for a trade statement from you to show everything is all right with the credit union.”

“Gundagai,” Warwick grinned, “I do not know who is writing your books, but the union has enough credit and will overcome the surreal deal that finished out of the money.”

It was at that tension filled pitched moment the spotlight shined brighter as Fannie Bay did a sultry dance to the Pink Panther theme. Thinking quickly Wandji and Tiddalik grabbed hats, passed them around allowing everybody to donate.

“Gundagai this is what you should be writing about,” Warwick lashed out, “when this community comes together, they will have enough to make up any losses that put anyone out of the money.”

After Fannie Bay took her final bow, the whole audience gave a toast to the memory of Hector Hockington authoring one life epilogue.