Chapter 3

Jackie

Mom pushed.

Click

A section of wall slid back, she pushed it sideways and revealed a hall.

Yeah ... that’s me ... the guy with his jaw on the floor and his eyebrows somewhere on the back of his head.

“When?” I asked.

“The house is pre 1750. I was born in this house. It was never your fathers. I own it. We rented ... he didn’t know it’s my income. My great great grandfather had something to do with the underground railroad.

“When I was a kid, just before he died, Grandpa said, “Fortune. 23 left, shoulder height 1/8 inch hole.” And he expired. “That took me 10 years to figure out what he meant. But I found it.”

“Whoops What fuckin idiot...”
Whack
Whackity
Thump
Bump
Bumpity
Bump
SPLAT
“OW!” a female voice.

“Jackie!” I was sure. Two females in the house and I was in a tunnel with one. The noisy one must be my sister.

Mom giggled ... evily ... but a giggle. “That, fer sure ... is going to leave a mark,” she said. “Go look.”

“She’s alive.” I almost said ‘Its alive.’ and laughed, ‘Muhahahaha’. But I didn’t.

“Are you the bloody idiot what left the bloody hammer on the bloody stoop?” Jackie ... but a cockney accent.

“Jackie?”

“Who?”

“Mom!”

“What?” “Is she alive?”

“Yes ... and no,” I said. “I think you need to come here.”

“Come carry the bags.”

We passed in mid stream.

“What is in these bags?” A very strained voice. It was a struggle.

“Gold, dear. Old coin of the realm. Not a one of them is newer than 1750. English, Spanish, Dutch, Ragusan, Austrian, Croat, Danish, German, Hungarian, Polish, Romanian, Russian, Scots, Serbian, Swede, Swiss, Yugoslavian. If a country had ocean going trade ... there is one or more of their coins in the stash.

“Pirate Treasure, David. Gold. I found it just a month before your father knocked me up.”

Jackie was trying to get her feet under her.

“Well ... help her up and let’s have a look.”

I set the bags on the floor, slipped around behind Jackie, stuck my hands under her arms and lifted.

“Here now, guv. That’s a bit too friendly and we’ve not talked money yet. They seem to like it, though.”

I was lifting her by her boobs. Jackie had marvelously soft, hard, round, pointy ... accident in my pants. I started to let go.

“No ... leave them there ... it’s such a comfort and I’m dizzy,” and she giggled.

Mom said, “David ... she’s your sister.”

And Jackie ... the woman girl whose breasts I was squeezing softly, said, “He is not. Never saw hin in my life.”

“Ah,” mom said... “Yes and no ... I see what you meant David. Yes ... she’s your sister and No, she’s not.

“Jackie.” Mom said.

“Edith,” Jackie said. “Who is Jackie?”