Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 43
Alice dithered. Finally ... just as the Menzies fuel truck pulled in ... she said, “I don’t know ... what do you want to do?”
“It’s summer ... well ... in Michigan, it’s late spring ... here it’s summer. What have we done in summer?”
“My family sails ... in the Atlantic. What do you do?”
“Work.”
“Building boats?”
“Yup.”
“When was the last time you saw your mom?”
“You mean ... my real mom ... not Auntie Surprise?”
“Yeah.”
“Ten ... years...” And suddenly I missed her. And JW ... I even missed the Flint. I might even miss the trips ... maybe. “Let’s go look at our new home.” I walked her over to the shipping containers. I swung the doors, went inside and called, “Seven! I need you.”
“Hi, Tyche ... wassup?”
“Explain my watch.”
She looked from me to Alice.
And Alice said, “Hey ... no problem. It’s a Time Piece ... I’ve seen her flicker.”
“Explain?”
“What else does it do? I mean besides go to the past ... or future?”
“Better you tell me what you want to do.”
“Go see the parents.”
“You are in luck ... they’re in Fiji. How do you intend to get there?”
“The watch?”
“Nope.”
“No?”
“No.”
“You’ll have to fly.”
“Commercial?”
“Yup,” said Seven. “You think maybe taking the Spad?”
“Well ... Yah.”
“Just materialize over Fiji? Thin air?”
“Why not?”
“Where did you come from?”
“Who’s asking?”
“The cops,” Seven said. And she was dressed as a Fiji cop ... Blue waist jacket and white ragged fringed skirt ... and combat two strap sandals. “And there’s no use in claiming you’re off an American carrier.”
“Drat ... I was going to say that.”
“The last use was Gabon... 1985.” Seven said, “The US retired them in 1973 ... and Vietnam was hard on the Spad.”
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