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Surprise Melody Flintkote. Part Two

Copyright© 2019 by Old Man with a Pen

Chapter 22

Consul General Kucherenko came and talked to us ... examined, more like ... by the time we met him I had the feeling he knew more about us than we did.

“Your mother did the world a favor,” he said.

“What?” We are triplets ... this time we sounded like soloists in a choir.

“It took long enough for your government to get their lies together for the rest of the world to solve their own problems. That hadn’t happened since December 2, 1823. He was a terrible president,” Consul General Kucherenko said. And as a swift change of subject, “Khrystyna. Poprositʹ druziv na vecheryu. (Ask your friends to dinner.)”

“Tak, tato,” (Yes Daddy)” “Won’t you come to dinner?” she asked.

We weren’t dressed for dinner.

“We must go back to the boat,” I said. “Would you like to come with us? To see the boat?”

“Let me tell the cook.”

The procession through the city was long. Consul General Kucherenko brought Security.

Khrys’ former elementary school was across the street from the Consulate.

“Daddy insists,” she said, “on learning the language. High school is on the other side of the airport.”

Next Fall she would be a first year.

The Flint was too big for the marina nearest the Consulate so we were anchored off a playing ground east of the Aquarium and west of the Ferry Terminal just south of the right hand 35/17 runway of Ataturk airport.

Because we were anchored, the dinghy was on the beach, watched by a crew member who was watched by an armed member of Air Security.

Even though we considered the Flint to be middling small the Consul was impressed by the boat ... and the education of the crew.

“How does he go?” he asked. (Boats are masculine to Ukrainians.)

I picked up the microphone, switched to the Authority frequency and spoke, “Port Control, Port Control, Port Control, Sailing Vessel Flint.”

“Sailing Vessel Flint, Port Control.”

“Have on board Ukrainian Consul and daughter. We’re taking a short cruise. Probably two hours.”

“The Consul General? Fancy company, Flint. You have been assigned your little bay as anchorage for your stay.”

 
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