Idk
Copyright© 2024 by Old Man with a Pen
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.”
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