Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 19
“Tyke?” I said.
“Auntie Surprise?”
“How much do you remember?” I asked.
“About what?”
“Everything.”
“Everything,” she said, “If I’ve read it, heard it. seen it or sung it ... I remember it.”
“How long?”
“So far?” she said, “four years,”
“You’re four,” I marveled. I dithered ... just a bit. Then, “Come with me.”
We went out on deck, just the two of us. “So ... do what I do.”
I stepped out the forms of all my katas. Instead of following ... she watched.
When I was done, she smoothed out my rough edges ... flawlessly. Then she started combining several schools. She flowed and moved in impossible ways.
“ERK!”
“I watched some Japanese, Chinese and Brazilian martial arts movies. Some of that stuff is only possible if done with wires.”
“What languages?” I asked her.
“Think or speak?”
Worse and worse ... governments were going to be interested.
Tyke said, “I don’t brag ... much. It’s dangerous. And I don’t let nationals know I know what they are saying. I wish ... sometimes ... that I had siblings. Daddy has taken care of that. But, being triplets would be so nice.”
Junior appeared in the hatch. “We’re going now.”
“Where?”
“Atlantic ... about a hundred miles outta the St. Lawrence estuary. We need to go now. Cynthia is closer than she thinks. There’s a short gale where I want to drop us ... and it’s night.”
We checked out but the Port Authority took a bribe and pre-dated us ... three months. Plenty of time to get to where we were going ... and no embarrassing questions. We pulled the lines and motored out a few miles and ... Junior’s bubble is interesting. I wonder ... will my watch do that?
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