Abby, Two
Copyright© 2019 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 41
“Okay ... Go for it.” I was willing. I knew my life in this world was over. If Jim can go adventuring with skinny cows...
What was said ... after I got over the retching caused by them separating in to seven individuals. “We know where to get you fixed.”
And I was in the Princessapality ... we were ... all of us. The eight ... me and them.
“Selene Dent ... Abby Austin ... Selene, Abby ... Abby, Selene ... Selene is a Flintkote. A Flintkote International Flintkote...”
Selene said, “Jesus girl ... what happened? You look like you were struck by lightning.”
Seven said, “Got it in one, kid. Lightning strike while drunk.”
“So?”
“Send or take her to Crossroads.”
“Can I even do that?”
“Tyche could. Have you tried?”
“No ... I don’t have a portal. JW does ... erm ... Surprise does ... I think. I suppose I could ask Junior.”
“What? Good gods ... what happened to you?” Junior noticed me.
I was still in my hospital gown ... what little was left of my posterior was exposed to perusal. Yeah ... blew my ass off. The two guys ... Six and Four were keeping me upright. If they let go I collapse like a rubberband ... or a rapidly deflating balloon ... except I won’t fly around the room.
“Lightning strike.”
Selene said, “Junior ... Abby, Abby ... Junior. Junior, Abby needs fixed. Do you have a Crossroads Portal?”
“No ... Surprise does.”
So ... Selene has this watch ... it’s a very nice Patek Philippe Grand Complications Sky Moon Tourbillon manual wind watch. It is clunky ... a mans watch ... It is also the only one. The outside is original ... the guts are made somewhere else.
Last appraisal? right at 4 million. That was from a Paris Jeweler. She had a buyer.
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