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Dodi Dies – Part III

29 Monday May 2023

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                                                         Part III


      It was break time and Jan stayed in the class while Dodi went to make the rounds. In the office, Allie, the science teacher, was hunched over some paperwork. 

      “Allie, dearest, how are you anyway?” Dodi grinned broadly. 

      Allie started and glanced up. Her eyes darted back down to the paper. 

      “Ah, good, Dodi. Things are good, how about you?” she continued working. 

      “Oh, busy, this and that.” Dodi sighed dramatically. “Just trying to keep up with everything.” She laid a long, red-lacquered fingernail on a paper on the desk. Allie glanced sideways, an annoyed expression on her plain face. Dodi was perched on a corner of the desk, legs crossed casually.

      “Oh, yes. You know I sell real estate, don’t you?” The paper spun slightly from side to side. Allie paused in what she was doing and studied the piece of paper.

      “I think I heard something about that,” she answered vaguely.  

      “Yes, and funny. It’s just the smallest world,” Dodi chirped and lifted her finger off the paper. “I ran into someone you may know. Mr. Smithers, the Vice-Principal at your old school.” She laughed lightly. “Isn’t that funny?” 

      Allie’s neck began to get pink. She tugged at her cotton collar. 

      “Yeah, small world. Right. Mr. Smithers.” 

      “So, I was showing him a house. Him and his wife, you know. And it is so funny about the way people talk and go on and on…” Dodi glanced down at Allie and readjusted her huge shoulder bag. 

      Allie was looking up at Dodi now. Her hands lay still on top of her desk. 

      Dodi was smiling. “And he mentioned the oddest thing.” She paused. 

      Allie said nothing. 

      “He seemed to think that you had left the middle school because of something to do with your credential. Not finishing some coursework or some such. I don’t know about these things. Credentials, blah, blah.” 

      Allie’s face went completely red. 

      “Oh, well,” Dodi waved a manicured hand. “It was just a passing remark. I doubt he goes around announcing that to the world. Oh,” with great flare she looked at her watch. “Look at the time, got to get that coffee and get back. See you.” 

     Allie sat very still, palms down on her desk, like a swimmer about to launch from the blocks.  She was breathing in and out. Slowly she got up and went into the teacher’s lounge. Dodi was still there stirring a cup of coffee with a wooden stick. 

      “Ah, Dodi. That thing about the school…” 

      Dodi turned and looked at Allie. There was a bright glossy rim on the edge of the cup. It had a perfect lip impression from Dodi’s scarlet lip gloss. Allie stared at the cup.

      “It was a bad time for me. I was on a conditional credential. I got pregnant and was having problems. Then, I had to take a really hard math class and was having trouble with that…. Couldn’t get everything done on time….” 

      “Oh, of course.” Dodi was sincere. “It’s just I was a little confused is all. I thought you told everyone here you had finished all your coursework and the credential thingy. Guess I got that wrong.” She sipped her coffee.

      “No, I’m almost done, just have a few more things ….” 

      Dodi reached over and patted her arm. “No harm done, I’m sure.” 

      Allie stammered. “It’s just…well…I would appreciate it if you didn’t mention…” 

      “Oh, pish! Don’t think of it.” Dodi turned to leave. 

      “Oh, by the way. I’m having an open house this weekend on a cute bungalow. I know you said you and your husband were looking. Why don’t you drop by? I’ll leave the flyer on your desk.” She grinned again and left the lunchroom. 

      Allie sank into a white plastic chair and stared into space. 

                                                          # 

      Later that week, Dodi was in the office and took time to  poke around Jan’s desk. Jan was not scheduled to be in that day. As she rummaged about, Manuel, a handsome young Hispanic teacher, one desk over, turned to look at her. 

      “Is there something you need, Dodi? Maybe I can help.” 

      “No, no. I was just looking — for something.” Her voice trailed off. 

      He smiled warmly at her. 

      Dodi turned to Manuel. 

      “Is it really true you’re on an asylum visa from Central America?” 

     Manuel never stopped smiling. “Jes, is very true.” 

      “I just wondered, is all. I mean, don’t they have enough engineers in this country already?” 

     “Ah,” Manuel replied sadly, “apparently there is a shortage in my specialty.” 

      Dodi pursed her lips which accentuated her wrinkles. 

      “But,” he replied cordially, “I myself am going to walk over to HR now to check on some little things. Maybe you would like to come along and see these documents for yourself. Could be an interesting experience.” 

      Dodi goggled at him a moment. “No, no. Not necessary. I was just going. Ah, thanks.” She glanced back at Jan’s desk then turned and walked quickly away. 

       Manuel turned back to his math calculations and shook his head. 

      “Uno poco loco, that one,” he said quietly to himself. 

                                                          # 

       Jan was back at work and getting lesson plans ready for class. She cast about on her desk for sticky pads and found the remains of an old pad. Damn it. Class was about to start soon. 

      “Allie, you have any sticky pads I could use?” 

      “Yeah, sure. On my desk, I’m not using them.” Allie got up and headed out to class. 

    “Thanks, Allie,” Jan said to the retreating back. 

      She scooted her roller chair over to Allie’s desk. She rummaged for a minute and found a pink pad. She was about to return to her desk when the spine on the overturned book caught her eye. Curious, she picked it up and looked at it. “Toxins from Living Plants,” was the title. 

      Hmm, odd
. She knew that Allie taught a science course to nurses so maybe… She turned to the open page. The title at the top read Poisons. Jan shivered a little and put the book down. Too much information, she thought and went back to her desk. 


                                                       # 

      Classes continued with Jan and Dodi. Dodi kept nitpicking and criticizing Jan’s teaching. Jan worked hard to ignore the comments. It all boiled over one night when Dodi went over the top with her comments. 

      “You can’t do that, it’s not part of the curriculum,” she spat like an angry snake in Jan’s face.  

      “This is my class; Dodi and I will do it if I think it is needed.” 

      “You can’t. I’m going to report you.” 

      “Go ahead,” Jan sneered, “that’s what you have been doing all along isn’t it?” 

      The students in class got very quiet, eyeing the two women.

      Jan realized they were becoming a spectacle and announced, “Break time.” 

      The students all got up and quickly left the room. 

      “This isn’t over, Jan,” Dodi snapped at her and left the room. 

      Jan practiced breathing slowly and sought to get her pulse under control. She was going to have to talk to her immediate super tomorrow about this. Enough was enough. 

      After break, the two women avoided each other like a pair of junkyard dogs. When the group moved to the computer lab, Jan let out a sigh of relief when Dodi announced she had a ‘toothache’ and had to go home. 

      “Thank God,” Jan mumbled to herself and turned back to help a student. 

                                                               # 


      The next day, Jan was not scheduled to be in class, but she packed up her materials anyway and went to have a tete-a-tete with her supervisor. She pulled up in front of the school and was amazed to see two black and whites parked by the front door. Cautiously, she went in and approached the teacher’s office. Cops were standing in Dean Nancy’s office. 

     “Oh, my God,” Jan scooted over to her desk and sat down. She whispered to Allie, “what has happened?” 

     “It’s something about Dodi,” Allie whispered back. “It’s bad. I think she might be dead.” 

     “Dead!” Jan looked shocked. “How?” 

      Allie shrugged her shoulders.

     A few minutes later, her supervisor, Diana, came bustling up. Her short, motherly frame almost quivering. “Oh, good…you’re here. The police need to speak to you both in the conference room.” 

     “Why?” Jan asked.

Diana shook her head, one hand covering her mouth. She looked ready to cry.

     “Better get going,” Jan rolled her eyes at Allie.

     Jan and Allie both got up and made their way to the conference room. Jan was relieved to see other teachers also there, lined up against the wall. They all eyed each other quizzically and waited. 

     One of the nursing teachers, Jack, was leaning against the wall close to them. 


      He spoke quietly, “I heard her husband found her in the driveway late last night. Thought she was passed out drunk behind the wheel. When he tried to wake her, he realized she was dead as a mackerel.” 

     The two women oohed at him. 
     
     “From what?” 

      “They don’t know. Heart attack maybe?” 

     “How old was she?” 

     “58-59. She just looked older because she smoked.” 

      “Ah,” they chimed together. 
 
     Allie got called in and then Jan. 

      It was an unnerving experience. They kept asking Jan questions because apparently, she had the ‘closest working relationship’ with the deceased. 

      “But surely it was heart attack?” Jan asked. 

      The two beefy cops glanced at each other. 

       One spoke. “We still have some questions about that.” 

      Jan was mystified. They let her go. As she was gathering up her purse, she saw a young cop carefully picking through items on a desk. He wore thin blue gloves. He stopped and opened a slim volume and started to read. Jan realized with a shock that it was Allie’s desk. That book looked familiar. Hmm. Time for her to get home. She was starting to imagine things. 

                                                #

Continued Part IV

Dodi Dies – Part II

29 Monday May 2023

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# Part II

     The semester continued, and Jan and Dodi established their routine. Dodi would show up shortly before the start of class and leave about an hour before the finish. Jan considered complaining, but she was so glad to see the woman go, she kept her mouth shut. Besides, she was new and didn’t want to rock the boat. During class times, Dodi checked attendance, updated student file folders and played with her nails.

“These records are very critical,” she told Jan with emphasis. “The amount the school gets paid per student depends on their showing up to class.” As if in response to something Jan had said, she added “And I know what I’m doing!”

When she was finished with record keeping, Dodi would sit at the side of class, arms crossed, shaking her head at Jan’s lectures and mumbling. During the lab session of class, she would be gone to her car to ‘get something’ or out wandering the halls, talking to friends. Jan felt sure that the trips to the car were to get something stronger than soda. The woman always had a relaxed, happy look when she returned.

                                              #

      Dean Dan, was at his desk when Dodi buzzed by. Instinctively his back tensed when he saw her, but he put on his happy face. She stopped. 

      “Dodi,” he smiled. 

      “Oh, Dan,” she flopped her skinny butt down in his side chair. She sighed. 

      “How is it going?” he asked. 

      “Okay, I guess. Oh, that new teacher. Jesus.” Dodi rolled her eyes. “I have no idea why you guys hired her. She’s a disaster. She has no idea of how to teach the class.” 

      Dan smiled thinly. “Well, she came well recommended, Dodi and she did just start, so….” 

      “Oh, I know, Dan. Such a softy. Got to give every waif in the door a chance.” She smiled broadly. Her extra white teeth sparkled.  

      Dan grimaced. “Well, I’d say, let’s just try and see how it plays out. Shall we? Don’t jump to conclusions.” 

      “Of course, Dan, of course.” Dodi smirked and got up. “Whatever you say, you the Bossman.” She leaned forward and walked her fingers playfully over his shoulder. “I’ll be seeing you…sweetie.” 

      Dan’s smile froze as she walked away. When she was finally out the swinging door, he sighed and hunched over his desk. His shoulders sagged. He pulled out a small cotton handkerchief. Mopping his brow, he pulled it away and stared. It was soaked with sweat.  

     Damn that woman, he thought. He was a man with a wife and six kids. Couldn’t she get that? He thought he was done with her and here she was back again.

      “Shit!” 

      The office was empty so there was no one to hear. He leaned forward and adjusted a picture of himself and three of the kids. 

      “Shit!” he said again to the air. 

       For the next half hour, Dan struggled to concentrate on the spreadsheet on his desk. The numbers swam before his eyes. He looked up at the clock: 9 pm. Maybe a cup of coffee. 

      Pushing the chair back, he got up and went to the men’s room. He splashed water on his face. Quickly looking under the stalls, he verified he was alone. Leaning forward on the porcelain sink, he stared at his reflection. Small and neat, he had always been meticulous about his appearance. He straightened the little red bow tie at the top of the clean, white, long-sleeve shirt. 
    

 Turning from side to side, he studied the short hair above his ears.   More grey every year. He leaned forward and got close to the mirror. 

      “It was a momentary lapse in judgment,” he whispered. He studied the reflection to see if it was buying that line.

 He went to get a cup of coffee and stood stirring the black brew. Memories floated back to him.


                                                          # 

      A year before, Dan had been passed over for the head Dean spot. The job had been given to Nancy instead. He was given many assurances of “his turn” versus “her turn.” Also, suggestions of “your time will come.” It was all bullshit, and he knew it. After ten years in this salt mine, that had been his big chance. He had a Ph.D. and administration experience. They gave the job to a woman who was ‘working on her Ph.D.’ all for political reasons. The reason being that it looked good for them. 

      To him, it was a slap in the face. That, plus Jean, his wife of twenty years, was always preoccupied with the kids. She never seemed to have time for him. Neither did they. Except of course when they needed money or the car. 

      Dodi, sensing something like blood in the water, had upped her usual flirting. It had become a full-frontal assault. She could be funny and fun. Feeling neglected, he appreciated the frequent massages to his ego. In the end, after a few drinks on a Friday night, he let her massage something else too. 

      At first, it was exciting. It felt like being in Catholic boys’ choir and getting out of class early. It was fresh and exhilarating. 

      But then, when she started to call. And call and call and…. Jesus, he almost broke out into a sweat again thinking about it. When he didn’t return some calls, she ended up calling him at home and one of the kids answered. Good God! 

First, he tried to break it off by appealing to her better nature.

“Jean will be heartbroken if she finds out. I’ve never done anything like this before.” 

Dodi had rolled her big blue eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. See you lover, Friday night.” Friday was ‘their’ night because Jean went to play bridge and the kids all scattered to different events. Dan was starting to panic. He had to calm down and think. Finally, it hit him. 

      “Dodi, you know how much I appreciate you,” he told her one night. 

      “You better,” she laughed and took a long drag on her cigarette. 

      “Well,” he yanked at the bow tie. He had rehearsed this speech several times. “The thing is, if we get found out. Even suspected, by anyone, we’ll both lose our jobs.” 

      This caused Dodi pause. The cigarette hung in the air. They were at a small, dark bar on the edge of town where, hopefully, no one knew them. The overhead fan moved the smoke around in lazy curls. 

      “You think?” Her thin penciled eyebrows shot up. 

      “I know so,” he replied staring morosely into his drink. 

      “Hmm,” she replied and took another drag. “You know Dan, I might just call it an early night. If you don’t mind. Got to get up early for the gym. Plus, the hubby gets restless if I’m gone too many hours.” She laughed lightly. 

      “Well…” he managed to sound sad. He knew she was in the middle of a nasty divorce. 

      “Yeah.” She grabbed her Dolce and Gabana bag and dragged it behind her and scooted out of the booth. She kissed the air close to his forehead.
“Later.” 

      “Bye,” he got out a little wave and watched her skinny sequined frame retreat through the dark wood-paneled bar. He took a big slug of his drink and let out a long sigh. 

      It was much later that evening that he received a text from Dodi. 

      “Dan, don’t think this is working for the two of us. Thanks for the good times! Later. D”                                             

      Letting out his breath, he realized that he had been holding it. As relieved as he was, something told him this wasn’t the end of the Dodi thing. He erased the text and then went carefully through his cell and got rid of the rest of them. God forbid Jean or one of the kids found any of them and asked who they were from. 

      What the hell were you thinking, you idiot? He cursed himself and swore to Jesus himself to never, never do this again. He crossed himself. 

                                                       

Continued Part III

Skunks on the Beach

21 Sunday May 2023

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Kari was lounging on her beach chair staring out at the ocean. It glinted and shimmered brilliantly in the afternoon sun. The waves peaked and descended in a soft, endless motion. She was mesmerized by the sight and the warm Caribbean sun.  A little breeze played over her shoulders as she smoothed on more sun tan lotion.

“God, Matt, don’t you just love this place!” she gushed.

Matt, next to her, on another beach lounger, grunted a reply. He was hunched over his ipad, typing something and peering at the screen.

“Can’t you put that down for just a bit, we’re supposed to be on vacation?”

Matt grunted again. “Uhh.” He scowled at the screen.

Kari threw the bottle of lotion down in disgust. There was no talking to him while he was in one of his ‘writing’ moods. He simply shut everything out.

She continued to stare at the white sandy beach in front of them. Her attention was caught by movement about 50 yards away. Was that a cat? She thought to herself. No, two cats. What are cats doing on the beach? They must belong to someone.

She sat completely up trying to see them. “They’re digging for something.” She said out loud. Matt didn’t look up. “I wonder.”

Kari got up and wrapped her new island shawl around her hips. She had found this really great deal for Easter break on Punta Cana, Dominican Republic and they were actually able to afford a vacation for once. She even had a little left over to shop for clothes.

Slipping into her Reef sandals she walked slowly down to the beach where she could see the animals. If she went too fast, she knew she’d scare them away. She adjusted her glasses. “Cats, no. Not cats.”

“Oh, my God,” she whispered. “They’re skunks. Too much!”  Giggling she moved a little closer.

The two skunks ignored her as they busily dug and clawed in the sand.

“What the heck…?” Kari sank into the sand and watched, intrigued. She could see one of the skunks pull something out of the hole and start to eat it. Some kind of purple fruit? Grapes or plums maybe.

She watched, fascinated while the animals dug and pulled the fruit out and shoved it in their mouths. There was a sharp sound, like a pop or retort of an engine and one skunk looked up, startled. In one swift movement the two ran from the beach still holding fruit in their jaws.

Kari laughed. “What an island experience. So cute! Damn it, where was the camera when you needed it?” She decided to go examine the hole.

Sauntering over she bent down and looked in. A green plastic shopping bag that held grapes had been ripped open by the skunks.  She was still laughing about it when something gleamed in the sunlight. “What…?”

She gingerly pulled out the ripped bag and could see the corner of something in the sand below it. She started to dig frantically with her hands. “Ow!”

She had scratched herself on a sharp metal corner. Ignoring the owey, she dug more and uncovered the handle of a small metal box. She yanked and pulled with all her 110 pounds. The box popped out of the hole.

Speechless, she stared at the little gray box. It was old with corroded metal and a little push lock on the front. She pushed the lock and the top swung back. Her mouth fell open.

The box was full of metal coins, dozens and dozens of coins, some gold but mostly silver. She picked a silver one up and looked at it. It was really worn and old. It looked to be a man with lots of hair and a laurel crown on one side and some symbols on the other.  She was staring fixedly at the coin.

“I’ll take that little lady.”

Kari jerked up her brown curly head and saw a large pistol right in her face. Looking upwards, she could see the pistol was attached to a very large man in an old Hawaiian shirt and shorts. A big man; burly and very tan. He held out his hand.

Kari, scooting backwards on the sand almost fell over. The large man grabbed the box, slammed the lid back on and shifted it up under a bronzed arm.

“I’ll take that one too.” He was gesturing at the coin clutched in her hand.

There was a sharp “plunking” sound and a short branch hit the man in the back of the head.

“Get away from her!” Yelled an angry Matt, waving another branch threateningly.

The man turned and pointed the gun at Matt.

“Back off cowboy,” he waved the gun. “Don’t want nobody hurt.”

The engine revved in the speedboat that had pulled up on the shore.

“Come on asshole!” Another tanned man, still in the boat, yelled at his mate.

The big man repositioned the box under his arm and walked backwards a few feet then turned and ran quickly back to the boat. He handed the box to his friend and jumped aboard. The boat reversed and then sped away back to sea.

Matt ran over to Kari and grabbed her. “Are you alright?”

“Matt, it’s okay, he didn’t hurt me.” Kari was almost breathless and hugged Matt, the coin still stuck in her hand.

Later, the two were in the offices of Dr. Bob, antiquities professor from the University of Indiana. He had a small office in the center of town.

“Well,” he pushed up his spectacles, “It’s not my place to say, but…” He held the coin in his hand after examining it with a magnifying glass. “Wait..”

He went over to a book in the corner and flipped through it. “Yes, here.” He pointed.

Matt and Kari went over to the book and looked down. His finger rested on a color picture of an old coin. “Charles II Merk, about 1676 I think.”

“Wow,” Matt managed to get out.

“How much do you think it’s worth Doctor?” Kari asked.

“Maybe $300 – $350 dollars American,” the doctor replied.

He had listened in silence to their entire story of finding the box, the coins and the men on the beach. He tapped his teeth with a pencil and rolled his chair over to his computer.

“Could be, could be,” they could hear him mumbling.

“Dominican Republic is known, famously really, as a bounty hunter’s treasure trove. Many a ship from Europe sank off these waters taking their treasure chests with them.” He paused, thinking.

“This coin you found,” he gestured at Kari, “Is a silver Merk from Scotland and could very well have been from the ship belonging to the famous pirate, Captain Kidd.”

The young people gasped.

Dr.  Bob continued. “Its value would be even greater if it could be proved to have come from that ship.”

“How would we know?”

“Ah, well, there’s the rub,” the doctor continued. “Your evidence is gone isn’t it? With those two guys in the powerboat.” He put down his glasses and stared at them thoughtfully.

“Police?” asked Matt.

The doctor just shook his head no.

Later, the couple lounged by the poolside at their hotel sipping Mai-Tais on their last night before going home. Matt was pounding away on a brand new ipad and Kari was admiring a new pinkie ring she had purchased.

“You know,” she said thoughtfully, “If we had just held out longer, it might have been proved to have come from that ship.”

“Yeah,” Matt replied without looking up from his screen. “But who wants to stay in Punta Cana. Too many skunks!”

The end.

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      Danny Davies, Train Conductor  

07 Friday Apr 2023

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                                                Danny Davies stood in front of the plaque at the Amtrak station. He read ‘This Mission Revival Station was built by South Pacific Railroad in 1908 to replace the original Davisville Depot which had served customers since 1868.’     

He gazed at the plaque fondly. He had already read it before, several times. Still, he loved the plaque, and he loved the station. It was so very, well, very…Californian. What with the stucco walls, embedded with colorful tiles and the arched walkways. He smiled. He loved this little town. Danny had bought here before the prices of real estate had gone completely out the roof. The small, 50’s bungalow was not in the ritzy part of town of course, but it was still, a perfectly acceptable middle-class neighborhood. He tried to avoid reviewing the real estate listings that tempted him to sell up. He had traveled around enough while in the Navy and wanted to be settled somewhere. Somewhere he wanted to stay. This was that somewhere.   
  
Smiling again, he tugged on his conductor cap. He checked that his nametag was fastened to his shirt pocket and did a last glance at a reflecting window. Giving a final yank to his thin, black tie, he was ready to start his shift. Danny was a conductor for the Amtrak line, and they didn’t appreciate sloppy employees or late ones either. He clocked in and was ready to go in a few minutes. This loop was the Davis to Sacramento and onto Reno. They would be back late that evening.    

After his six years in the Navy, Danny had acquired a number of things. Friends for one, some great souvenirs and the little bungalow. Most of his friends had gone into high-tech IT companies or well-paid security jobs. They either made fun of him for his railway job or shook their heads in disbelief.

     “Danny, with your skills set, you should be making six figures, easy,” his buddy Ralph would say. Then, “The railroad? Why?”   

   It was hard to explain. He loved riding the rails. How do you put that into words? Probably can’t and have it make any sense, he thought to himself with a chuckle. They all think I am crazy or stupid, or both. Oh, well. Can’t please everyone.

    “All aboard!” He shouted and blew his whistle, swinging up the metal steps; long, tan arms enjoying the stretch. He waved hello to Franklin, his teammate, known to his friends as Frumpy. They were both busy checking passengers were seated and luggage stowed. They would be making their rounds, punching tickets in a few minutes.    

  As Danny was working the aisle, he saw the same skinny young kid he had seen several times. The kid was maybe seventeen, all angles and bones, bad skin, a thatch of poorly cut black hair and cheap knock off jeans but, surprisingly expensive sneakers. Once again, he was clutching a large plastic bag from Mama Rosa’s Mexican Food. Mama’s face smiled out from the bag and her name was proudly announced in big, red letters. It looked to be full of to-go dinners.

    Could be wrong, Danny thought to himself, but I could almost swear those are Michael Jordan sneaks. Air-Jordon. Aren’t those about $150 each? Where does a kid dressed like that get money for shoes like those?   

   He said nothing, just clipped the kid’s ticket. “Looks like someone’s getting dinner!” He smiled affably.

The kid looked confused at first, then a little panicked, finally blurted out, “Si, dinner, si!”   

  Danny nodded again. Also, noticing the metal work around the kid’s front teeth he said to himself, Mexican national. He smiled and moved away.  

    When they stopped at the station a little past Sacramento, the kid got off. Danny watched him. Instead of following the passengers and going toward the rail station, he crossed behind the train, went across the tracks and into an empty field that led to nothing other than a large, abandoned warehouse. There were plenty of these along the rail line. Relics of the days when manufacturing was still done State side. The kid went behind a bunch of tall bushes and Danny lost sight of him.

     Where in hell is he going? There’s nothing out here. Danny had worked military police in the Navy, and done a bit of intelligence work. Friends still kidded him that he was nosy like an old lady. It was true. He even could be caught reading scandal rags from time to time. He shrugged his shoulders. He gets back on the train every week, he thought to himself. He doesn’t appear to be harmed or hurt in any way. Maybe I’m making something out of nothing. He shrugged. Let it go. He went to get a coffee and bother Frumpy.     

Frumpy and Danny were able to enjoy the brilliant California sunset – the sun going down in a big pink-orange ball, as the southbound train chugged slowly back home. Danny was picking his teeth with a toothpick and feeling good about life. He relaxed in the conductor’s seat and stared out the window. The low, green countryside rolled past. Little mom and pop gas stations/convenience stores still hung on in outlying areas. Bigger stores and gas stations dominated the larger towns.

     Later, home again, he plopped down on the over-sized, stuffed sofa and put his Diet Coke down, sticking his feet up on the coffee table. He rubbed the toes of both feet together, enjoying the feeling of soft, warm woolen socks.  The sofa, chairs and various other items in the house were care of his mom who loved to play decorator with his money. He couldn’t complain, she had been right. The oatmeal color was soothing after a long day at work and blended well with the mushroom color walls. The wide screen TV, his purchase sans any help from mom, occupied a position of authority in the middle of a large dark oak set of shelves. The rest of the spaces were covered with his knick-knacks from years of travel. 

     Danny turned on the TV and flipped through the channels with the remote. There wasn’t a lot on. Damn it, I might be forced to go start on homework. He frowned, why do today what you can put off until tomorrow? Danny was about to complete a bachelors in Political Science at Cal State, Sacramento.

      He paused briefly on a news channel to see a short conference down in LA. Some very satisfied detectives were discussing their latest sting operation. 

     “We would like to say however, although this operation has been successfully completed, the war on drugs is definitely not over and unfortunately, it appears that any number of these operations are moving to other parts of the state.” The beefy cop moved aside to let some politician continue on with more happy remarks.  

Hmm, Danny thought to himself and switched to the baseball game. In the back of his mind, he was still considering that kid on the train. Danny would probably not have been so bothered if it had not been for the Mexican cowboy. This individual rode the same train and got off at the same stop as the kid; but different days and different times. However, the two looked quite a bit different.

     Several months before, Danny had been working the aisles, punching tickets. The first thing he noticed was not the person, rather the hat. A ten-gallon Stetson cowboy hat could be seen above the level of the seats. At first, Danny was mildly curious. Then he got to the customer and had to work to keep the surprise off his face. The man was small, Hispanic, wearing a hand tooled, turquoise Western shirt with all the piping and pearl buttons usually seen on  shop models in Western clothing stores. The shirt was a wonder of hand stitching with embroidery on the collar and cuffs.

Danny was impressed.  “Ticket, sir.” He smiled.   

   The man smiled back; silver fillings lined the outside of his front teeth. “Jes,” he replied to Danny and pulled the ticket from a front pocket with flourish.
   
  Danny bent to punch the ticket. It was then he noticed the tooled, hand-crafted alligator cowboy boots the man was wearing. He had to pause a moment. “Nice boots,” he said. He handed the ticket back.

     “Jes, I know,” the man grinned broadly. Danny nodded and moved away.  

    Jesus, he thought, the guy is dressed up like he’s going to the rodeo. How much did those boots cost him? He moved down the aisle but kept glancing back. Something about that guy made him uncomfortable. Like he’s holding onto some dirty little secret.    
 
The same guy showed up kind of randomly, about every two or three weeks on Danny’s  route. The western shirt varied but the boots stayed the same.  If I could afford a pair of boots like that, I’d probably wear them all the time too, Danny thought grumpily to himself. Ah, small touch of envy. He had to laugh at himself.

It was maybe the second or third time Danny punched the guy’s ticket that he noticed the tear drop. The tear drop was a tattoo under the man’s left eye. At second glance, Danny realized there was one large drop and then two smaller ones under that. Instinctively he knew these were somehow gang related but he had to wait until he got home to Google it.                                                                                 

    
 Continued Part II
 
 

Tlāloc

19 Sunday Mar 2023

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When Junie Klein, a high school senior from Tucson, disappears without a trace, Detective Yaya Vinciflora is determined to bring her home alive. Video footage linking the missing girl and a mysterious man leads Yaya deep into a world she never knew existed. As she races to find the truth, Yaya realizes the answer may be as unworldly as the creatures of the ocean’s depths.

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The Portal

15 Wednesday Sep 2021

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Chapter One

THE PORTAL

Jeremy Beans, age ten, lived in an ordinary house on an ordinary street. He had a mom, a dad, a younger brother, Samuel, age six and an older brother, Tyler, age twelve. His friends at school just called him Bean for short.

Samuel was kind of fun because he could be talked into playing games. Tyler was no fun because he was always gone Doing Things.

One day, on a Saturday, Tyler was gone with Dad, working on his school science project. Jeremy was home with Mom, Samuel and Beamer, their dog. His job was to get his room cleaned up. Probably the worst job in the world and the one he hated the most. He and Sam were in the living room and they still had fifteen more minutes TV time.

The doorbell rang, and he could hear his mom.

“I’ll get it.”

The door opened, and mom had a short conversation with the UPS man and brought in a brown paper package.

“Hum,” she said, walking to the kitchen table.

“Who’s it from?” Jeremy asked. He followed his mother. Samuel was crowding his elbow, looking too.

“Your uncle Al.” She frowned looking at the package. “You know, the scientist.” She went to get a pair of scissors. “It’s not Christmas or anyone’s birthday, I don’t…”

She opened the package and a brownish square fell out. She picked it up and looked at it, frown lines creased her brow.

“I don’t know…” She turned it over and over. “I can’t see what it is supposed to be. A picture…? It seems kind of heavy…”

Sighing she put the brown square down on the dining room table. Jeremy looked at it.

“Look, Mom. There’s a kind of design on this side,” Jeremy peered at the square.

“Maybe he is trying out some new art design or something. I don’t know, he always was a little weird,” she replied.

The telephone rang, and his mother turned her head.

“Can I have it, Mom?” Jeremy asked.

Distracted, his mother was walking to the kitchen. “Ah, sure. I guess.”

She disappeared into the kitchen and Jeremy could hear her talking to someone.

“What is it, Jeremy?” Samuel asked.

“It’s a…it’s a…hum. A kind of picture.”

“Let me hold it.”

“No, you’ll just break it.”

“No, I won’t!”

“Yes, you will, you break everything.”

“Aw…”

“And don’t start crying either,” Jeremy commanded. “Come on, we’ll put it up in our room and I’ll let you help.”

They both walked the picture back to their bedroom. There was a little hook on the back of the picture.

“Sam, go get the small hammer and a couple of nails from the drawer in the kitchen. Can you do that?”

Samuel nodded and ran for the kitchen. Jeremy walked around their room trying to figure out the best spot for the picture. He finally decided to put it across from his bed, so he could see it. Then, maybe he could figure out what it was supposed to be.

Samuel came running back in with the hammer and two nails.

“Mom got them for me.” He held them out for Jeremy.

Jeremy placed the picture, the hammer and the nails on the dresser. He pulled out a short pencil, made a little X on the wall and hammered in one nail. He didn’t like the way it looked, pulled it out and hammered in another one.

Samuel leaned on the dresser, breathless. Carefully, Jeremy picked up the picture, looked at the little hook on the back and pushed the picture over the nail. They both backed up and looked at it.

“Now what?” Samuel asked.

“Now…I don’t know. It’s just a picture. It doesn’t do anything.” They stood back and stared at the picture a moment.

“I think Mom is making some cookies,” Samuel said.

“What kind?” Jeremy asked.

“Chocolate chip.”

Jeremy put down the hammer and they both made a beeline for the kitchen.

Later that afternoon, Jeremy was taking a light nap and heard a humming sound. He opened his eyes and looked around. What? He looked over and saw the picture was humming and glowing. He got up and went over to it. It started to turn different glowing colors. The colors were neon like and reminded Jeremy of glow magic markers; hot pink, vivid yellow, acid green, red-orange and a bit of navy blue. They swirled around each other.

He put his finger on the surface. It was warm. With a zap! and pop! Jeremy was sucked into the picture. He fell on a soft surface. Shocked and scared, he got up and saw he was on some green grass in a misty clearing. Looking around it looked like the mist was beginning to clear.

This is some kind of small forest. But where? Curiosity overtook him.

Walking through the forest he came upon a large lake. It was very blue. Large, fluffy clouds filled the sky. In the middle of the lake a huge water fountain sprayed water in every direction. Jeremy gazed around himself in amazement.

Where the heck?

Then, slowly from around the other side of the fountain, through the water mist, he saw the outline of a large, masted ship. It was moving his way.

He realized his mouth was hanging open and shut it when, faintly, in a distance, he could hear Samuel calling his name.

I should get back to my room, Jeremy thought.

The next moment he was standing in his room. He turned around and around. The lake was gone, the ship was gone, the forest was gone.

He stared at his hands and then the picture and shook his head. Wow! This is something! The first instinct was to run to mother and tell her about the picture.

No, she’ll just take it down and give it to dad and then he will send it back to Uncle Al. Maybe not just yet.

“Samuel, I’m in here,” he yelled.

His younger brother appeared around the corner looking frustrated.

“Jeremy, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Mom wants to go to the store.”

“Store, ah, sure. Let’s go.” Jeremy hustled his brother out of the room and glanced back nervously at the picture. To his relief, it had returned to its dull brown color. No hint of the neon glow was visible.

#

Later, that evening, Jeremy sat on his bed and stared at the picture a long time. Getting up he went into the kitchen. Mom was making dinner.

“Mom, where is that envelope the picture came in?”

“I think I put it in the paper recycle bin. In the garage.”

Jeremy opened the door to the garage and went out. The three bins were lined up like waiting soldiers against the wall. The green bin for garden stuff, the blue for recycle and the grey for regular trash.

He pushed the lid open and peered inside. On the top of a bunch of paper, sat the yellow envelope. He pulled it out and looked at it.

The envelope was addressed to him which was surprising. He hardly knew his uncle Al and had maybe met him only a couple of times. Seemed like the guy was always busy off somewhere, doing something. Not much time for family visits.

The labels on the envelope were hand written in black ink. There was his name, Jeremy Beans and their address. In the left corner it read: Dr. Alfred Beans, Kitt Pk., Tohono O’odham Nation.

What the heck? Jeremy thought to himself. Something to do with kittens?

He didn’t want to ask too many questions in case his parents decided It Meant Something, and he had to start telling them more about the picture.

Mr. Beans got home with Tyler and they all sat down to their spaghetti dinner. Mrs. Beans poured herself and her husband each a glass of red wine.

“Ah, red wine,” Mr. Beans commented. He nodded to his wife, “good for the heart.”

“Yes, dear,” she replied with a smile.

“What kind of meat is this?” he asked her.

“85% lean from the health-food store.”

“Perfect,” he commented and dug in. “Looks like Tyler is well on his way to getting his science project underway for the next big school science fair. I think he is going to do us proud.”

Tyler said nothing and kept shoveling food onto his plate. Both his parents beamed at him. He ignored them.

“So, anything happen around here today while we were gone?”

“We got a picture from Uncle Al,” both Jeremy and Samuel said at the same time.

“Whoa, whoa, slow down. A picture? From my brother?” Disbelief showed on his face. “Alice?”

Alice Beans shrugged. “Some little brown thing that came in the mail. I don’t know. Maybe he is taking up art or something.”

“Art?” David Beans looked at his wife, incredulous. “Al doesn’t have an artistic bone….”

“Well, I don’t know,” his wife replied. “He’s your brother. I gave up trying to figure him out a long time ago.”

“Humpt.” David Beans got some French bread off the plate. “Maybe I’ll look at it after dinner.”

Jeremy dropped his fork, then picked it up. He didn’t want his dad to do something with the picture, like take it away. Glancing at himself in the mirror over the sideboard, he saw nervousness. He was definitely going to have to keep his cool.

Later in Jeremy’s bedroom, they stood in front of the picture. Mr. Beans, Tyler, Jeremy and Samuel all stared at the little brownish square.

“So, what do you think it is?” Mr. Beans asked.

Jeremy gave a non-committal shrug and moved away. He plopped on his bed and picked up a baseball and started tossing it from hand to hand.

Tyler touched it and lifted it away from the wall, looked underneath and placed it back against the wall.

“It’s not a canvas, it’s much heavier.” He looked at his dad. “I could test it in my chem lab in the garage if you want.”

Jeremy’s heart skipped a beat.

“No, no,” David Beans waved his hands in the air. “Probably just some experiment my older brother was working on that didn’t work, and thinking it was kind of pretty,” he gave a little laugh, “thought our young man here might like it.”

Jeremy was studying his baseball closely.

“But it’s not pretty,” Samuel added. “It’s ugly.”

“Well,” Mr. Beans shook his head, “gift horse and all that. The envelope, I understand, was addressed to you, Jeremy.” He turned and looked at his son. “You want to keep it?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Jeremy was casual, “something different.”

“Okay, then. Well, I think Mom has some dessert. Last one’s a rotten egg!”

The trio scooted out of the room quick march. Jeremy sat and stared at the picture. When he was sure they were gone, he got up slowly and walked over to the picture. He touched it with his forefinger. In that one little spot, a faint orange glow appeared and there was the slightest hum. He quickly pulled his hand away and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Next day, dad was back to work, and mom was busy in the kitchen with a shopping list. Her big purse was on the countertop with her keys and hot coffee mug. Her notebook with the list stuck out of the bag.

“Samuel, Jeremy, here please!”

The two shuffled lazily into the kitchen.

“Ok, it’s less than two weeks before school starts and I have to go get your supplies. Jeremy you still want the thin notebooks with the wire ring on the edge, right?”

He nodded at her.

“And Samuel, first day of first grade. How exciting! We’ll get you lots of crayons and colored pencils.” Samuel bobbed on his toes. “Now, Tyler is in charge when I am gone. Let’s not park in front of the TV all day, ok. Go outside and ride your bikes or something. Get some air.” She gathered up her stuff.

“Where’s Tyler, Mom?”

“He’s in the garage working on his project. Call if you really, really need something. If you’re good, I’ll get Subways for lunch.”

“Yay!” Sam jumped up and down.

“Okay, kiss, kiss.” She leaned down and kissed Sam. She tried to kiss Jeremy, but he leaned away at the last minute. “Okay, later.”

Jeremy stood at the glass slider and watched as his mom get into the SUV and pull out of the driveway. When she was gone he ambled out to the garage with Samuel at his heels.

“Whatcha doing?” He asked his older brother.

“Nothing you would have any interest in so scram,” Tyler turned back to a tiny arc welder and kept dripping bits of metal on a metal plate.

“Okay, well then we’re going down the street to see Sean.”

“Whatever,” his brother waved at him. “Don’t get killed. And, don’t make me call an ambulance.”

“Sure,” Jeremy slowly left the garage, walked down the driveway, circled back to the front of the house and went back through a side door.

“I thought we were going to Sean’s,” Samuel complained. “I think they have a new puppy.”

“Be quiet.” Jeremy went back into the room he shared with Sam and closed the door. “Now you can’t tell anybody about this, okay. If you do, I’ll tell Mom and Dad it was you put the hamster in the toilet.”

“It was an accident,” his brother protested. “I was just trying to teach him to swim.”

Jeremy rolled his eyes and then peeked out the door one more time to be sure Tyler wasn’t lurking in the hallway.

“Go sit down,” Jeremy pointed. Samuel sat on his bed.

Jeremy went over to the picture and laid his full hand on it. The picture immediately began to glow and hum.

“What’s that!” Samuel jumped off the bed.

“Shush, Tyler will hear you.” Jeremy put a finger to his lips. The size of the picture got bigger and the neon colors came back. The humming got louder.

“Come over here and hold my hand,” Jeremy held out his hand and the younger boy took it with reluctance. “Now hold on.”

Jeremy pushed against the portal and both boys fell through and landed on green grass.

“Wow! What just happened, where are we?” Samuel got up and turned around and around in amazement.

Jeremy got up and brushed himself off. The portal hung in the air and still glowed, but the humming was gone.

“Okay, let’s just use our scout skills like Dad taught us to map where we are so we don’t get lost coming back.” He looked up at the sky, the huge fluffy clouds were still there, moving lazily through blue sky with a slight wind. “The sun comes up in the east and sets in the west. Where’s the sun now, Samuel?”

“East?” The younger boy asked.

“That’s correct. It’s to our east. Let’s stack some rocks here just to make sure we know this is the spot. The lake should be over there through those little woods.

“Lake?”

“Yeah, it’s a big lake, very cool. Last time I was here, there was this ship…”

“You were here before?” an incredulous Samuel asked. “Ooo, you didn’t tell Mom and Dad, you are going to be in so much trouble….”

“Hey. I told you before, this is our little secret. I mean, it came from Uncle Al. How bad can it be?”

Samuel shook his head.

“So, what. You want to stay here and wait for me?”

“Well, no.”

“Alright then, let’s do these rocks and go.”

They made a small marker with stones like Mr. Beans had taught them.

That done, Jeremy set off at a brisk pace in the direction he remembered the lake to be. They got through a short grouping of trees and …

“There it is, just like I thought!” Jeremy grinned at his brother. They moved down toward the lake. The enormous fountain was still there, in the middle, spewing giant columns of white, foamy water.

They came to the edge of the water. Samuel leaned over and touched the surface.

“Oh, cold.”

They stood there and admired the beautiful blue surface and then, like the last time, a large, masted ship started to come around the fountain in their direction.

“Jeremy,” Sam pointed excitedly, “a boat, a boat!”

“It’s not a boat, stupid, it’s a ship. A three-master, in fact.”

They both watched astonished as the ship sailed, seemingly by itself, up to the beach where they stood.

There was a large rope hanging over the side.

“Look, Samuel, a rope. We can climb on that way.” Jeremy started to wade out into the water.

“What if we need a ticket and don’t have one? They might throw us off.”

“Oh, come on scaredy cat.”

“I’m not a scaredy cat.”

“Are too.”

“Look, Jeremy, there’s a little walkway.” Sam pointed.

A landing pier that Jeremy had not noticed before was to their right. It led right up to the ship’s side.

“Ok, come on then.”

They hurried over and ran down the pier. Jeremy pushed Samuel up the rope and climbed up after him. Pretty soon they were onboard. There didn’t appear to be anyone else there.

“Look!” Jeremy yelled, “the steering wheel.” He ran toward it. There was a large black hat perched on top of the wheel. He pulled it off and stuck it on his head. It fit perfectly.

“What about me?” Samuel whined.

“Look, there’s a red scarf thing over there. You can put that on and be part of the crew.”

Samuel ran and got the bandana. Jeremy helped him tie it around his head.

“Would you look at us?” Jeremy laughed. Samuel did a little jig around the deck.

“Where to now, Jer?” the little sailor asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just try to steer this thing….”

To his amazement, the wheel responded to his touch and the ship began to move. Slowly, Jeremy turned the wheel and they ended up circling the fountain. Palm trees on the shore bobbed their head in salute as the boys sailed past.

“This is so fun!” Samuel ran from one side of the deck to the other, looking over the side.

“You better not fall in,” his brother yelled at him. “I don’t want to have to fish you out.”

This would be so cool to take home and show to Tyler. I bet that would show him a thing, Jeremy thought to himself.

As if on cue, there was a slight shudder to the ship and ever so slowly, the front end started to lift. Jeremy realized with shock that they were pulling out of the water into the air.

Samuel grabbed a mast. “What are you doing?” he screamed.

“We’re…uh…flying!” his brother replied.

They were completely airborne now and Jeremy steered the ship around the lake a couple of laps.

“Jeremy, I think I want to go home,” Samuel said, “this is kind of scary.”

“Okay, no problem,” Jeremy was more uncertain than he sounded. “Home it is.” He headed the ship back to the beach, past the grove of trees and toward the portal. He figured they were going to have to jump off the ship when it got close to the portal and let it go flying off into space.

However, a curious thing started to happen as the ship approached the portal. The entire ship started to shrink and get smaller. Jeremy and Samuel also began to shrink down.

Samuel ran to his brother and clung on for dear life.

“Jeremy!!!!”

Jeremy had nothing to say. The ship was shrinking, and it seemed to be pointing itself to the portal almost without his help. They got right up to the little hanging square.

“Jeremy, we’re going through!” Samuel yelled in Jeremy’s ear.

Then with a little Pop! sound they were through the portal and back in the boy’s bedroom. There were the two twin beds, made up with matching orange and brown plaid coverlets. Samuel’s Ted Bear was still on his bed. Jeremy’s baseball and mitt were on his bed. San Francisco baseball posters were on the wall. It was like they had never left.

“Jeremy, we’re back home.”

“Yeah, we are,” Jeremy whispered. “But, we’re small and we’re still on this ship.”

“Ooh,” Sam said.

The ship was floating through the air unaided.

“Can’t we just get down now?” Samuel pleaded.

“Just a few more minutes. Let’s see where it takes us.”

Jeremy could still steer, and he circled the bedroom. The ship then, seemingly with a mind of its own, headed toward the door. Jeremy thought for a minute they would hit the door and fall off.

Again, to his amazement, with a slight Pop! sound they were through the door and out in the hallway.

Beamer was lying down in the hallway having a morning snooze. Leisurely, they sailed over his head. With a jerk, sensing something, Beamer woke up and caught sight of the ship. He jumped up and started barking. Jeremy steered the ship higher, so Beamer couldn’t get it with his teeth. This close he could see the dog’s tawny brown/gold eyes and shaggy brown fur. They kept sailing down the hall and Beamer ran after them, nails clicking on the parquet flooring.

Soon, they were in the dining room and Paws, the cat, came around the corner to see what was going on. Shiny black fur with four white paws, he jumped up on the dining room table and started swatting at the ship.

“Paws stop it! Stop it,” Jeremy yelled at the cat who ignored him. They were about to sail past the dining room table when Paws did a giant leap and hooked a set of claws into the side of the ship. The ship began to list dangerously.

“Sorry, pal. Hate to do this.” Jeremy dropped two planks down and a surprised Paws fell to the floor. Recovering quickly, both animals kept chasing the ship.

“Look, Jer!” Samuel exclaimed, “the kitchen window.” Indeed, the kitchen window had been left open and this one had no screen. Jeremy steered the ship right through the open window.

Outside now, the cool autumn breeze buffeted the ship. The sails on the mast blew out to their full extent. Jeremy steered the ship around the backyard several times.

“Can I have a turn?” Samuel asked his brother. “I haven’t had a turn yet.”

“Well, I guess. But don’t run into anything.”

Happily, Samuel grabbed the big wheel. They were nearing the apple tree when there was a screeching sound and Jeremy looked up. In the sky, dropping quickly was the neighborhood hawk.

“The tree!” he exclaimed and jerked the wheel of the ship into the branches of the tree. The hawk whizzed by and screeched.

“Boy, that was close.” Samuel said. “You take it back,” and he stepped away from the wheel and sat down. “How are we going to get back now with that bird and everything?” He plopped his chubby face in both hands.

The ship balanced precariously on a tree limb.

“I know.” Jeremy started to whistle. “Call to Beamer and Paws, they can come out through the dog door.”

Both boys started yelling for the animals as loudly as they could. In a flash, Beamer was scooting through the dog door with the cat fast behind. Beamer spied them in the tree and started jumping up and down barking. There was another screech, higher up and the sound faded away.

“I think we’re okay now,” Jeremy peered up through the branches. “Let’s go.”

Samuel was holding onto the front of the ship and Jeremy turned the wheel and steered it out of the tree and back toward the house. Beamer kept barking and Paws was following close, doing the stealth bomber thing.

Jeremy steered the ship back inside and straight back to their bedroom. With another Pop! sound they were back in their room. Jeremy steered the ship back to the picture and told Samuel to climb off. Sam jumped down to the dresser and Jeremy followed him. The ship seemed to pause for them. He patted it one last time.

“Time for you to go home now, old thing.”

Promptly, the ship sailed back into the picture which closed behind it. There was a slight sucking sound. Sam and Jeremy jumped off the dresser just as they resumed their normal size. Jeremy looked, and the picture had returned to its dull brown color again.

They both lay on their beds laughing. There is a slight knock on the door and it opened. Tyler stood there.

“What’s going on, you two?”

They stared at him innocently. “Nothing,” they both said at the same time.

“I thought I heard some funny noises. And why was Beamer barking like that?”

They shrugged.

“Well, I better not…”

“You know, Tyler. You sound just like Dad.” Jeremy said to his older brother.

“Yeah, and your point?”

“Just saying.”

“Right, moron.”

Tyler closed the door with an expression of disgust. They could hear footsteps retreating down the hall.

“I don’t think you’re a moron,” Samuel said to Jeremy.

“Well, thank you, Sam. That’s very nice.”

“What’s a moron?”

Jeremy laughed then Sam laughed. They both rolled back and forth on their twins.

At least for Jeremy, he couldn’t wait to go back in the portal again

It was a Saturday and Jeremy Beans, aged ten, was very bored. Dad was working ‘overtime’ whatever that meant. Mom was gone shopping and then to yoga class. Tyler was in the garage with his newest girlfriend.

Plus, Sean, his best friend from school was down with chickenpox and it was Absolutely Forbidden to go anywhere near him. Not even to sit and just talk to him.

Bored, bored, bored. He lay on his twin bed and threw his favorite hardball from hand to hand. His eyes came to rest on the little dull brown square hanging on the wall across from his bed.

A month ago, the mysterious package had arrived via UPS to their house. The envelope was addressed to him and was from their Uncle Al. Their uncle, a scientist, lived somewhere up in the northern part of Arizona. Jeremy didn’t understand why his uncle had sent the package to him. He hardly knew the man and had met him maybe twice in his life.

Uncle Al did research with stars and planets. Jeremy thought hard. Planets? Well, something like that. He yawned and stared out the bedroom window. It was fall and the air was clean and bright. The leaves of the maple in their back yard were starting to turn brown and yellow. When they drifted slowly down to the backyard it would be his job to rake them up. But, not quite yet.

He liked autumn. His favorite time of year actually. Halloween was just around the corner. He was working his brain to come up with a really good costume for this year. Sean would be better by then and they could go Trick or Treating together. His younger brother, Samuel, would of course whine and insist on coming along. Maybe they could park him with his mother just one more year. Tyler, his older brother, now officially a teen since summer wouldn’t want to go.

Tyler was insufferable most days. But now with the new girlfriend…. Sally Sweet – Jeremy called her. The girl’s name was really Sally Swenson, but Jeremy like to shorten it. He could hear Tyler and Sally in the garage. She was giggling.

“Gag,” Jeremy said out loud. He tossed the baseball at the trashcan and it landed inside with a Whump!

“Landed in one,” Jeremy crowed and jumped off his bed to retrieve the ball. He could hear the TV in the living room blaring cartoons. Samuel, age six, would be glued to the set.

Jeremy wandered over to the brown square on the wall. He put a tentative finger to the square and once again, it started to glow with a slight neon orange color. The familiar humming sound started. He glanced over at the digital clock on the bedside table. 10:30 a.m.

Hum, he thought to himself. How long would Mom be gone? He got out his wristwatch and put it on. He did the numbers in his head. She had been gone thirty minutes already. She would go to yoga, that was an hour, at least. Then, shopping. That would be an hour and then drive home. He pulled out a pad and added it up. That would probably give them until 1:30 p.m. He would tell Tyler they were going to the baseball field to practice with the bat. He would even pull out the bat to make it look real. Set the timer on his watch so he didn’t forget the time. They could be back in plenty of time.

He sat and thought. Did he really want to take Samuel with him? No, he didn’t. But if he disappeared, Samuel might come looking for him. Then, Jeremy pondered, if he didn’t find his older brother, Sam might panic and blab. Yeah, blab. That would be majorly bad. Mom and Dad would take the picture away for sure and then…

Jeremy went to the closest and pulled out his bat. He swung it a couple of times for practice. He stuck the baseball in his back pocket.

Water bottle, yes. He found his small backpackand stuck the water bottle in there. Then, going to the kitchen, he pulled open the big cupboard. Hum…. peanut butter crackers, yes. Apples, right. Chocolate bar. Oh good, Mom got the kind with almonds. He loved those. He stuffed them in the pack and shrugged the bag over his shoulders.

to be continued…

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