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Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Mrs. Campbell's Beretta

She'd phoned, said, "I'll be there, shortly."

"Yes, Ma'am." You never argue with Mrs. Campbell.

I'd expected her call. Over the last few months she's sold me several of her late husbands toys. Her husband's name was Percy. Nice fella. Percy checked out, intelligence intact, in his late eighties. He and I got along well. Percy spoke several languages, none fluent, and had a deep abiding love for literature, especially science fiction. Percy also enjoyed firearms.

Mrs. Campbell, his wife of over fifty years, did not.

Mrs. Campbell stands four foot nothing. She's a tiny little booger with coiffed hair and deep green eyes, slim. She'd never step from her home without the best dressed award around her neck. Today she wore yellow. A necklace of pearls, and a diamond to envy. Mrs. Campbell, for eighty odd years of youth, is a cutie pie. If I were twenty years older I'd ask her out. Well, maybe once.


Mrs. Campbell entered the building...."Well, are you ready?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

She places a thick padded envelope in my hands. It has heft. I like heft. Inside I find a plastic bag, tightly bound. I remove the plastic bag and after a few cuts of knife I find a sweet Pietro Beretta Gardone V-T in .380. By the date code I guessed an early 1960 model. (It later proved 1966.)

I goofed and said, "Nice."

"Oh, really. Good. How much will you pay me?"

I stalled. "Did this belong to Percy?" She took a seat. I joined her. She turns to me and said, "Where's your book. Let's find out how much its worth."

See what I mean. I goofed.

Again with the stall. "I didn't know he carried a Beretta." There was a holster in the bag. Her, "He didn't. I did."

Flash back several months - After his death she'd drive to the shop and ask me to step outside and remove this, in her words, 'thing' or 'things' from her vehicle. She proclaimed a pure hatred for firearms. I'd always purchase her things. Old Savage this, Winchester that....Fudd stuff. She'd really gotten my attention when she said this nice pistol belonged to her.

Mrs. Campbell's Beretta.
 
So, me, "I thought you hated firearms."

"I do. Hate 'em with a passion. They hurt people."

"And yet....you."

"Well, a lady must protect herself and Percy taught me how to shoot. He insisted, even when I dropped it each time I pulled the trigger. Stupid thing is loud."

Mrs. Campbell is a hoot. After a few minutes we settled upon a price. Then, she reached over and gave my upper thigh a good squeeze. I laughed. She stood, all four foot nothing of loveliness, said goodbye, and drifted like a flower towards her car.

Just before the door closed she yelled, "Soon as I find those old things I'll be back."

"What things?"

"You know, those things. The things you put into the gun - bullets."


Stephen



14 comments:

  1. Is it suppose to be purple or is that just my monitor?

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    1. My poor photography I'm afraid. It sits atop a purple dust jacket of the coffee table book. Sorry. I added another picture just for you.

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  2. My DH and I had a good laugh on this one.

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  3. Stephen, how much bigger is that model compared to a 21A-22?

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    1. About twice the size, and double the price.

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  4. This story gave me quite a chuckle, as I know a couple of ladies like that.
    I know you quoted a fair price, and it speaks volumes that she keeps coming back to you.

    Good man.

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    1. She's sharp as a tack. I know for certain she speaks with her deceased husbands old friends for advice as to what price she should ask. I normally always show her the blue book. She leaves with a smile on her face.

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  5. You always make me smile, Stephen.....Even when I'm grumpy.

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    1. Good. If it puts a smile on your face...then it's all the reason I need to write.

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  6. The holster looks brand new, what a find!

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    1. Looks new...isn't. The holster too is mid-sixty vintage. I was incorrect in my first check on the handguns build date. I stated 1966 but on review it is circa 1962. I should myself but I'm lazy this evening.

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  7. You, my friend, have an interesting business.

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    1. My business is small, and I try to keep it quiet and low key. I shouldn't even blog the fact I'm in business. The underground is home.....

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