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Forever Stuck In The 60's

Dear readers... part of this story made a brief appearance here before being yanked down at my request because it was submitted by mistake (unfinished, not proofread and in the wrong category). Very few people saw it because they took it down promptly, but if you read a story with a similar title earlier this month, this is the same (albeit now longer and complete) so act accordingly. ***** When twenty seven year old plumber Mac Crawford saw the message light blinking on his company phone that morning, he had a suspicion about who it was that had left a message, and the minute he heard the voice he chuckled and shook his head. "Hello Mac," chirped the unmistakable voice of the middle-aged woman on the hill, his one-man firm's best customer over the last year or so. "When you get a chance could you come out here? The damn faucet's leaking again. Thanks. Peace." The faucet. He had been out to replace that six months ago, and it had started leaking several times since then. Same with the toilet repair he had done. Nothing stayed fixed. There was another message on the machine, and when he prompted it, the same voice came on. "Hi Mac. Me again. I just left a repair request on the machine and forgot to tell you who I am. It's Peggy. Okay? Bye. Peace." Mac knew who it was of course. When you get 40 or so messages over the space of a year you start to recognize the voice. Then again why would somebody keep calling the same plumber when the work never stayed fixed? It wasn't his ...

... work that was screwy though, it was Peggy Pierce. It had taken Mac a while to figure it out and was feeling bad about what seemed like substandard work he had done until he realized that the woman was loosening connections and undoing his work. One time he had mentioned that to Peggy and the fiery redhead had taken umbrage at the suggestion that she was crazy enough to do such a thing, especially since she paid him for every service call. That she did, and after that she started to put some variety in the repairs that needed doing. The toilet one week, the sink drain the next and so on. Mac wasn't fooled and he suspected that Peggy knew full well she was onto her game. She didn't care. She just wanted him to visit her. People of the small town of Thurman in the Adirondacks of New York State all knew Peggy Pierce. Some said she was crazy, others claimed she was eccentric but harmless. A burnt out hippie who live alone in a simple cabin on a hill off the main drag. A free spirit who didn't seem to care what people thought of her. If there was ever a Mr. Pierce to help her, he was long gone. Mac grew to really like her even if she did drive him bonkers on occasion at first, and even though she was a little strange Mac began to understand why she kept calling him, and he he loved it when she did. She might not have been a spring chicken but looked certainly okay for 50 something or however old she was, and if she wanted companionship that badly she could go to the tavern in town and ...