Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 67
A harried Jenny brought Tyche back about 4PM.
“We’re all adults here, Yes, Tyche ... I include you. With you age is just a place-marker...
“ ... Holy Shit Holy Shit Holy Shit! Miss Flintkote...”
“Surprise, please.”
“Very well ... Surprise. She’s beyond brilliant ... but she’s so normal.”
“You should watch her fly.”
“She showed me her license ... is that for real?”
“Yup ... ask Junior.”
“The Princess? I wouldn’t presume...”
“Junior,” I called.
“Hi, Surprise ... Hi, Tyche. How is my favorite 4 year old? ... Hi, Jenny ... it’s good to meet you. I owned a home here and never lived in it. I’m ashamed ... I try to meet all the important people where ever I go.”
“I’m not important.”
“Yes ... you are ... you guide children on the road to adults ... try anyway. Some are already on the wrong path and there isn’t much you can do with them. I met enough of them when the Island...
“Sorry ... I miss my mom.”
“You issued a pilots license to a four year old?”
“Have you seen her fly?”
“Umh,”
“That’s a no,” Junior said, “You have insufficient data. Be right back.”
And she was. Oh, she flickered several times ... and if you know what to look for it would be obvious. Jenny had no idea.
“Tyche?”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Let’s go to the gym.” The gym is regulation high school basketball court size... 50 feet by 84 feet by a minimum of 24 feet high with a moveable wall halfway. This size is recognized by all High School Accreditation Agencies. If a high school wants to compete in local, district, regional and state competitions, the court must be a standard size.
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