Jeff finds himself in Silicon Valley
where he is asked to investigate claims by a gregarious Frenchman that his
neural network electronic technology actually works. He meets up again with the
enchanting Nancy, the FBI agent he had worked with in Atlanta
where they fell in love while he was still married, and again in Washington DC Kathy
puts romance back into Jeff’s life as he finds himself hounded by
financially-desperate Europeans so determined to push their questionable
technology―men so desperate that they will stop at nothing, even Jeff’s murder.
The excitement will make the reader gasp, tragedy will make the reader cry,
romance will make the reader sigh.
Chapter 15 of Silicon Gulch … The Frenchman thinks Jeff was murdered!
Wednesday, 6:10 PM: Spinning Room
Jeff learns more about his assassins, then they plan how to get their uncle on their side, and finds out the Frenchman thinks he was murdered this morning. He forgets about his date with Kathy, and they plan for tomorrow night. He discovers that his wife and Nancy have been talking!
Wednesday, 6:10 PM: Spinning Room
Jeff learns more about his assassins, then they plan how to get their uncle on their side, and finds out the Frenchman thinks he was murdered this morning. He forgets about his date with Kathy, and they plan for tomorrow night. He discovers that his wife and Nancy have been talking!
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Wednesday,
6:10 PM: Spinning Room
The
room was silent, a dozen brains whirring absorbing this news.
"Tim," Jeff turned to him, "what do you know about the family,
the shooters' family?"
"Not as much as we'd like. The Apocolopsa family is a very big
extended family."
"Apocolopsa? You mean as in apocalypse?"
Jeff's voice sounded frightened even to him.
"Not sure if there's some kind of connection to the word
apocalypse. Maybe." Tim paused thinking, "I think the shooters were
fourth generation, great-grandparents immigrated here, sometimes when they
showed up at Ellis Island or wherever with an unpronounceable name the
immigration agent would just invent a name, so who knows. But anyway that would
have been…" looking to the ceiling trying to recall, "I think in the
twenties. The family is into all sorts of businesses like dry cleaning,
restaurants, car dealerships, wrecking yards, card clubs and gambling. Mostly
legitimate. But they are also into petty extortion, lots of things like that, mostly
under the Fed radar. This hit-man business is an enterprise for this side of
the family."
Tim looked to his partner who spoke up, "I got curious from these
phone messages so I did a little research. Seems these guys' grandfather may
have started this little side-business, uncle maybe. This Mondo Apocolopsa was
responsible for a few notorious hits, some say that he was the kingpin in the
Jimmy Hoffa disappearance. But I don't know, everybody and his dog claims to
have Jimmy Hoffa's driver's license in their wallet."
"But the family ties are probably good old-fashioned ties, right? Familia.
Like the mafia?" Jeff continued.
Both men nodded.
"And if you have someone like, say, a name-sake uncle who discovers
that someone hurt his favorite nephews that could spell trouble for someone,
right?"
"Oh, yeah, big trouble!
It's that whole family honor thing. I'd hate to be the one who crossed them."
Jeff's oh, great, and looked who
crossed them! expression wasn't lost on the room. "What about this
uncle, this Uncle Mondo?"
"Surprisingly, Mondo Apocolopsa is a common name in the prisons
back east. Found at least six Mondo Apocolopsa's. Looking at court records I
narrowed them down using the address we got from the phone messages number, I found
one that is probably these guys' uncle. The age didn't make sense, this guy
would have to be in his mid-eighties by now. Anyway, he served two short stints.
There had to be payola playing there."
"Why do you say that?"
"Ninety days for aggregated mayhem? Twice."
"What's that?" Jeff wondered.
"In this case, murder."
"Isn't mayhem like crazy assault? How does that cover two murders?"
"It seems that family money flows quite well into the prosecutor's
office, maybe even to a judge or two. I mean, how does murder turn into
aggravated mayhem? Money. They were hits that went wrong. Seems the uncle is
not a very good hit-man."
"Well neither were his
nephews," Nancy laughed, the whole room chuckled.
"Actually, the nephews were very
good. They never missed their mark.
Had a perfect batting record that we knew about―well, until this morning anyway―but
people were afraid to hire them because of all the collateral they caused."
Ted turned to Jeff, "If you had been sitting in the lobby make no mistake
he would have sprayed the room with bullets, lots of people would have been
hurt."
"And the nephews have never been arrested?"
"We couldn't find anything."
"So…" Jeff leaned back in his chair fingers to chin, "…these
boys would have made an uncle proud. They managed to go around with a perfect
record, making a million bucks a hit. That's big time! Nobody gets paid like that
do they?"
"Hundred grand tops. So whoever was paying these guys didn't know
the rules of the game and obviously had money to burn. Plus they really wanted you dead!" Tim
flipped through the pages in his hand. "These guys definitely wanted you gone."
Jeff shrugged this off, "So think about it…this would have
definitely made an uncle proud. These two guys would have been like rock stars
in their tight-knit family."
Arnie glanced at Ted, turning to Jeff, "So Sherlock, where are you
going with this."
"I can't help but think there's something here for us. I don't know
how to put this all together though."
Nancy smiled nodding, "You think that if we can find some way to
get this uncle on our side…"
"Maybe not on our side, but what if we could find a way to get this
guy to think that our good Frenchman and Swiss gentlemen were somehow
responsible for this Mondo Apocolopsa's nephews' unfortunate demise? I mean we
heard what he said, that he will come out here tomorrow if he doesn't hear from
the boys, right? And of course he won't be hearing from anyone."
"You made sure of that!" came from the room.
Jeff turned to the voice with a conniving smile surprised that the words
didn't have any effect on him, "So he doesn't hear from them, he comes out
west, doesn't find out anything because he doesn't know who hired them, doesn't
know his boys were killed, would root around in this very big place, then gets
back on the plane to go home never knowing what happened."
"So you think that if say, they were to get a name…maybe some
details about how his poor nephews were led into a trap…something like that?"
Jeff shook his head slowly in thought, "I just don't know how to
put it together yet." He turned to Arnie, "Any ideas?"
"Let's let it perk," Arnie
suggested. "He won't be coming out until tomorrow, wouldn't get here until
at least mid-morning from the east coast, so I'm not sure we can do anything
about it. Let it perk," turning to Jeff, "besides, that will give you
time to consult our friend Sherlock to see if he has any ideas!" the whole
room burst into laughter.
"Okay everyone," Arnie stood, "tomorrow morning, nine o'clock
here." He turned to Nancy, "And you have a dinner reservation to
make."
Everyone stood up beginning to filter into the ops room. Jeff's cell
phone rang. He signaled to Nancy to give him a minute pulling the phone from
his inside coat pocket, pushed TALK turning away from the exiting throng.
"Jeff here."
"Jeff, hi, it's Kathy ."
Oh, god, I forgot about our date tonight!
"So…" trying to be calm, "what's up, how's your day
going?"
"Fine, but I have to beg off again for tonight."
Jeff felt a surge of relief, "Oh, well that's a little…" he
didn't want to sound too dramatic, paused, "…I mean that's too bad. Is
everything alright?"
"Yeah fine, I need to be on a plane, back tomorrow afternoon. How
about tomorrow night instead?"
He suddenly felt a surge in his chest that surprised him realizing that
actually he was very disappointed that he wouldn't see her tonight. "Yeah,
tomorrow, that will be fine. When are you back?"
"It's just west coast, so I'll be back tomorrow afternoon."
"L.A., huh? I've been there
once or twice," with a sardonic laugh.
"Well actually, not L.A."
Jeff was confused, how many places are there on the west coast?
"Okay, not L.A., but where?"
"It doesn't matter, I'll be back tomorrow around three, can I call
you when I get back?" She paused, "Listen, I know this sounds a bit
off the wall, but what is your wife's name?"
"Uh, Donna. Why do you ask?"
"I don't know. Sometimes I get the feeling like you try hard to
talk around her. You talk about your kids and everything else, but never about
her. She's a part of you life no matter what your relationship is, and I don't
want her to be a taboo subject. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah," he pause marveling at what he was hearing, "this
is pretty amazing that you think like this. I'm really impressed. It takes a lot
of pressure off, you know what I mean?"
"I feel the pressure, too. I want us to be open about everything,
no secrets."
"Yeah, you know it's funny, but with all this honesty…I mean we
want honest right?"
He could hear her listening anxiously at these words.
"Never mind, maybe I'm thinking too hard about this. You're going
to think that I'm being too…"
"What? Tell me."
"Well, we have eggshells going here."
"Eggshells?"
"Yeah, we are both walking on eggshells aren't we?"
She paused, he could hear her soft breathing in the phone, "You
know you're right," she paused, "but I'm going to let you go first."
"Okay, I'll be brave. Here goes. I think we both really like each other. And I mean really like each other. I can't explain
it, I doubt you can either, but we both know that there is something here that
is really special." He sighed, "There.
I said it."
He thought he heard the littlest sniff. Silence. "Oh Jeff, I want
to stomp all over those damned eggshells! But I'm afraid. I mean what if you
don't think the same as I do? It'll break my heart."
"Kathy , you just said
everything I need to hear. I am just as afraid as you are. You think I'm
special, I'm nothing."
"No you're not, you're really special."
"See? Then I say you're really special and you say I'm really
special and I say you're really special and before long we are both so hoarse
that we sound like we just came from a football game!" He paused, "Hey
listen, tomorrow night, right? We will really get time to do some serious
eggshell stomping, what do you say?"
"I'm going to wear my heaviest boots!"
"See? That's my girl! Me too!"
"Jeff I think you're really going to like what I'm doing. It's kind
of a surprise. Two surprises. Well I hope one works, not sure."
Jeff pondered. Surprise? A cake? Oh,
that kind of surprise! But two of them? "Okay,
if it's a surprise then I won't ask. I like surprises. So yes, call me
tomorrow, let's see if we can manage tomorrow night. I'm supposed to go back on
Friday. I'd really like to see you before I go."
"Oh don't worry, you're going to see me."
"Okay then, have a good flight, call me tomorrow."
"I will…and Jeff…Jeff?"
"Yes."
"I really miss you. And thank you." There was that surge of
warm again rushing from Jeff's belly button up through his chest as he reached
up feeling his face glowing.
"Thank you back. I miss you, too. Call me when you get back."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye," Jeff pushed the button on his phone quickly afraid that
he was going to say something stupid. He sat down wondering why he was feeling
this over a woman that he barely knew. A woman that started out their
relationship by trying to poison him!
He shook his head talking to the empty room. "Insane! I plead
insane!" he stood up walking to the door. "There is no other
explanation, I am insane!"
He opened the door Nancy turned to him, "Your face is all red, are
you okay?"
"Yeah," flapping the sides of his coat, "it was hot in there!"
She gave him a sideways glance pointing to a man on the other side of
the room, signaling him over, turning back to Jeff. "Do you have your gun?"
He pulled the little Colt Cobra
out of his side coat pocket, "Here it is, but it's empty."
The man stepped up. Nancy took
the gun from Jeff, handing it to the man, "Can you get this cleaned and
loaded?"
The man got an amused grin looking down at the little gun, "Someone
actually uses this little thing? This
is a ladies gun!"
Nancy snarled at him, "Listen, this little ladies gun killed one
man and injured another this morning, it also killed another in Atlanta two
years ago. This ain't no ladies gun."
The man pulled back, "Okay, sorry. Yes, I can have it done in ten
minutes, these things clean easy. Hollow points?"
"Yes, standard loads though."
"I'll bet, magnum loads would have this thing jumping around the
room!" He turned walking away holding the gun in both hands, cradling it with
new-found admiration.
Jeff remembered when he owned that same gun, one time putting in magnum
loads. The gun nearly jumped out of his hand from the recoil. The light weight
of the gun put all the force of the recoil straight into his hand, hurt his
wrist. He remembered shooting twice, then emptying the other four bullets from
the gun to use in his three-fifty-seven instead, an old-reliable Smith and Wesson model nineteen. A
heavier gun with some weight on the barrel that made it easier to hold with the
big magnum blast.
Nancy signaled to the couches, "Come on, let's wait over there."
They walked over sitting down on a couch together with a respectable distance
between them. "I called the Frenchman, they agreed to meet me at the
restaurant."
"Both of them?"
"Yeah, I told him that Mikl would be there also. He said they'd
drive together."
"How did he sound?"
"There was nervousness to his speech. He was definitely surprised
to hear from me."
"He didn't mention me?"
"No."
"But no pushback on the dinner? Like he might be thinking of some
way out of it?" he wondered. She shook her head. Jeff rubbed his chin with
his right hand in thought, "So that means that they think that the job was
probably done, they obviously haven't
heard from the shooters. They are probably desperate for information." He
sat back reflecting, "Yes, this is good. This is very good!"
"Confusion right?"
"Yeah, the question is how do we confuse them more?"
Nancy smiled, "I thought about the dinner tonight and I have an
idea that I think you'll like. I think I will show up early, just me at the
table when they arrive. We will sit down, of course the Frenchman will do his
pushy thing, give the wine list a thorough going over, probably criticize the
wine list but order anyway then complain that he had no choice given the
selection. It will be expensive to be sure. You will…oh, I know, you will
arrive even before me, I'll reserve another table. Take a table away in a dark
corner, those places are always dark anyway, hold a menu or something up in
front of your face. I'll watch the door so I can make a big deal about waving
them over to distract them from looking around the room. You will wait until
there's been a toast or something then walk up, use some cute line like everything
is just hunky-dory and I'll apologize for not telling them that I invited you."
"What about safety?"
"Ted will drive us. I'll have him watch the door."
"Good." Jeff rubbed his hands together, "Oh god, this is
going to be so good!"
"So what is our objective?"
Jeff sat back, "You know, we could really use Arnie here."
Nancy patted Jeff's right arm standing up, walking toward a group of
people on the other side of the room, a minute later coming back with Arnie in
tow. Arnie was sporting a San Francisco Giant's baseball cap.
"So what are you two up to?" she sat down again next to Jeff, Arnie
sat in a chair facing them.
Jeff smiled, "Arnie, I love the cap!"
Arnie smiled giving a sideways pose. "You know me, love baseball! Gotta
do the local team, right?"
Jeff smiled remembering him wearing a Washington Nationals cap when they
were in DC, "Listen, we are trying to figure out what our objective is for
this dinner tonight. You know the dinner with our two culprits."
Arnie raised his eyebrows, "I'm not sure why you're asking me Jeff.
You seem to know these guys better than any of us. I mean you knew they wouldn't
leave the country. They didn't. What can I say that you and Sherlock Holmes can't
figure out on your own?"
Nancy glanced at Jeff smiling, back to Arnie, "We have it figured
out that I will be seated when they come in―"
Jeff put up his hand, Nancy turned to him, "I know that the
Frenchman will want to arrive late, we had our little discussion about the French fifteen minutes yesterday. But the Swiss are by-the-clock, he will
drag the Frenchmen there to arrive exactly on time. So there will already be a
little tension between the two. Because of the French restaurant the Frenchman
will feel like he is on his home turf and try to be the center of the meeting. You're
right that the Frenchman will do some snotty wine thing and complain about
everything, but Mikl will try to command the table because he feels like he is
the one who is really running the show. The Frenchmen will resent this because
he feels that his technology is the real
star of the show. They are both chauvinists so naturally have trouble
respecting a woman. They will try to keep the conversation light. Nancy, I know
we talked about my coming up just after wine has been served, but I think you
would do well to drill into them that you are in control of the meeting. This
will start to get them off balance. That way my entry will have more affect."
"Wow," Arnie tugged at his baseball cap in thought, "you do know these guys."
"There's more. I was in Europe once being picked up in Paris at the
airport. I was met by a Swiss man I had only ever talked to on the phone. We
walked out to his car, he was parked in a red zone. All the cars around him had
tickets on the windows including his. I remember his laughing, pulling the
ticket off his window and tearing it up. When I asked why he said that his
Swiss plates had one more digit than the French license plates, he knew for a
fact that the computer system they entered the license number into couldn't
account for the extra digit and that the ticket would never be recorded into
the French scofflaw database."
"No kidding!" Nancy marveled.
"The point is that he comes from the culture that nearly invented
clocks! There is a precision to the Swiss mindset that likes things precisely
ordered, naturally understands all the nuances of the rules of the game, it is second-nature to game the rules. It's
built into them like free-enterprise is in our
genes!"
Arnie rubbed his chin, "So it's this Mikl, the Swiss guy that we
really want to work to get off balance."
"Absolutely. The French are hard to rattle. They have this comme ci comme ça thing, kind of like que será será,
you know, come what may. This French
attitude drives the Swiss absolutely
nuts! They detest that attitude!"
Nancy looked up to the ceiling reflectively, back to Jeff, "So what
if I was to find some way to foment this. Get Mikl a little rattled."
"Gerard will laugh at it, Mikl will fume. If you manage to bring it
up right, you could light a nice little fire between them."
"That would be the moment
for your appearance."
"But how will I know? I'll be across the restaurant."
"Like this," she smiled with her left pointer finger raised. "I
will use my right hand to signal the waiter before that if I need to, then
pretend to signal the waiter with my left hand when it's time for you to walk
over."
"Excellent!" Arnie burst. "So what is the objective of
the meeting?"
"Just to rattle them. Let them know I'm alive, then have your spy
guys watch the phones light up after we leave," Jeff sat back with a
satisfied smile.
Nancy smiled, "And Arnie, we'll wing it, there might be more we can
dig out depending on how rattled we can get these guys."
"What else do we want to know?" Jeff pondered.
"Anything you can find." Arnie looked between the faces, "We
want to close this down this week if we can. I am in touch with the Federal
Prosecutor's office in San Jose. I've given them a basic brief. We need these
guys totally set up so once we nail them we have someone to give them to so we
can file charges immediately. Otherwise they'll walk, then they'll clear out of
the country for sure."
"Okay, Arnie, thanks for your help," Nancy stood up, they shook
hands. Jeff waved to him, Arnie turned away.
Nancy glanced at her watch, "Jesus, it's nearly five, I've got a
meeting." She glanced around not seeing anybody interested in her. She
turned to Jeff, her expression quieting, a trace of regret, "Listen, we
haven't had a chance to talk. I can tell that something is going on with you."
She reached out, picking up his hands looking down at them, "There is
something about you. I feel like I know you so well. I know that you want to
protect me. But if there is someone, I want to know. I want to hear it from
you. From you first."
"Nancy, I just don't know. You'd laugh."
"I just want you to be happy. We talk about all this picket stuff
fence, it's been bouncing around my head since Atlanta. How frustrating it's
been for us to be together. I don't know. I just feel like we are starting to
get a pile of unsaid things growing between us. It's not us."
He looked up into her eyes, "No,
it's not us. It's just that I don't know. It's all really confusing for me
right now."
"Jeff, I just want you to know that if you meet somebody, but only
somebody special that―"
"Nancy!" She turned her head toward three men standing at the
double door of the conference room, "We need you now!" a man waving big
arms toward her.
She turned away from the flapping hands, "I'm sorry, but we need to
continue this later. I just don't know when."
"It's okay, we'll find time…somehow."
She stood up turning back to him, "By the way, this meeting might
go right up to the wire, so I've asked Ted to drive you ahead of me. I want you
there at seven thirty, maybe a few minutes after. They know my table, it's
assigned. Yours won't be. Ask for my reservation and get a table way on the
other side of the room, I'll make the second reservation right now," she
smiled turning, pulling out her phone, vanished through the doors.
The man who had taken Jeff's gun walked up holding the Colt Cobra in his hand, "Here you
go, all shined up and loaded."
Leaning to his left Jeff slid the little
gun into his right outside coat pocket, "Thanks, I hope not to need it,
but the way things have been going…" The man nodded walking away.
A minute later Ted walked up to Jeff, "How's it going?"
"You're just the man I wanted to see, can I get a ride to my hotel?
I really need to get into some clean clothes."
"I need to ask Nancy, I know I'm supposed to drive you to a
restaurant by seven thirty."
Jeff pointed to the closed door, "She's in there, but I'd really
like to get a shower before that dinner."
"Hold on, I'll go ask," he walked
to the door, did the four sharp knocks, the door opened. He put his head
inside, turned back to Jeff. "She said okay, but we need to go up the back
elevator." He started toward the front door, Jeff jumped after him.
Soon they were coming out of the freight elevator on Jeff's floor at the
Merdian, a minute later they were in Jeff's room. Jeff saw the note that had
been slipped under his door the night before laying on the nightstand where he'd
tossed it. He pulled his coat off laying it on the bed. Ted sat down in the big
chair.
Jeff dug through his suitcase finding clean socks and underwear, "I'll
be right out," heading for the bathroom. The water felt good. Jeff let it
stream over his face and chest. He washed his hair, shaved with the thought
that after dinner he and Nancy might…
A few minutes later he emerged
all cleaned and shined, sitting on the bed. "Man I could use a beer, but I
suppose I should wait." He glanced at the clock that said almost six o'clock.
"Can I get a minute to call my family?" Ted nodded, walked to the
door looking back, "Give me fifteen minutes then come back, that should be
enough time." Ted nodded again disappearing through the door.
Jeff pulled out his cell phone, reached over to plug it into the charger,
sat on the bed reaching for the phone on his nightstand.
He heard the phone ring, his
daughter picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"Hi honey, it's dad."
"Hi daddy!" He loved it when she called him this.
They chatted about her day, that it looked like the rain might stop
before Saturday so she and her friends could take their ferry trip, he said he
was glad.
"Listen honey, I have a little quick project I need you to do for
me. Are all my books still on the bookshelf in the den?" She said she
thought so. "I need you to look for a particular book for me, called The Complete Sherlock Holmes, I believe
it's volume two I need. Can you go see if you can find the book while I talk to
your brother?"
She said sure handing the phone to her brother who had all his usual
full day with lots of little details about school.
"How's the paleontology project going?"
"I think I can get it done this weekend. The school part is due
Monday, the Scout part at the next den meeting. You'll be there, right dad?"
"Wouldn't miss it."
"Hold on, Sis wants to talk to you. Love you dad."
"Okay daddy, I have the book." Jeff told her to look in the
table of contents for a story that has the name Augustus. "The Adventure of Agustus something."
She laughed, "They are all the adventure of something, but I don't
see it…wait. Yes, here."
"Wait, let me get a pen,"
he reached across the nightstand for a hotel pen, reached for the note that he
found at the door, flipping it over, "Okay, go ahead."
"It's called The Adventure of
Charles Augustus Milverton."
"Yes, that's it. Thanks sweetie," scribbling on the back of
the note.
"Daddy, what's that for, why do you need to know the name of a
Sherlock Holmes story?"
He laughed, "You never know when this stuff can come in handy!"
"You're weird, dad, you know that, right?"
"Yes, honey, I know I'm weird."
"Hold on, mom wants to talk to you, love you daddy, bye."
Jeff tucked the note into his left inside coat pocket along with the
notes from Nancy and Kathy.
"Bye honey, thanks for your help."
"Help with what?" Donna's voice came on the line.
"Nothing," Jeff chuckled, "she just helped me with
something I couldn't remember."
"So how's is going down
there?"
"It got a little strange this morning."
"Jeff, you're not getting into trouble again, are you?"
"Trouble?"
"Yeah like in Washington with Nancy."
"Nancy?"
"You do remember Nancy
don't you? She's a nice woman and she took care of you."
"Nice woman?"
"It's not like we've become friends, but yes, she's a very nice
woman."
"What? You've talked to her?"
"Yeah, a few times. On the phone."
Jeff couldn't believe what he was hearing!
"A few times?"
"Yes. First time was a couple weeks after the whole kidnapping
thing in Washington. She wanted to see how I was doing. I really didn't want to
talk to her after I found that letter when we were…well you remember."
Jeff did remember how she saw the letter in his hotel room when she flew out to
surprise him in Washington DC. She saw the letter laid out on his nightstand the
very second before he was about to push into her, naked in his room at the
Hilton. "But she was persistent. I told her about finding the letter, she
told me some things that made it…well kind of made it better. We've spoken a
few times since. I think I called her a couple times when I was having doubts
about us. Kind of a shoulder to cry on."
"Why would you two be talking?" This was Jeff's worst nightmare that two old lovers
would be talking―talking about him!
"I know it's like your worst nightmare to have two of your old
lovers talking to each other, but I figured after I found that note that I'm
entitled to know what's going on."
"What's going on?" Jeff felt his head spinning around.
"Jeff, she's really sweet, but she is not the right woman for you."
"Not the right woman?"
She laughed, "You and I are alike, we are homebodies."
"Homebodies?"
"You really need somebody that you are more compatible with."
"Compatible?"
"So that Kathy woman.
The other note."
Jeff felt like he was suddenly spinning into space, launched by some
rocket launcher, shot into space flying through blackness, spread-eagled
spinning with his limbs flying out spinning a thousand miles an hour.
"Anyway, I was just wondering. I know Nancy was special, but what
about Kathy ?"
"Why do you need to know this?"
"I just need to know."
"We've never talked about these things, I don't know what to say."
"Don't worry, it doesn't matter, I'll learn more about her."
"What are you talking about? What learn more?" His body
suddenly started spinning the opposite direction in space, he felt his stomach
surge like he was on some wild roller coaster.
"Listen, I promised the kids pizza, a couple of Nicole's friends
are here to plan their outing on Saturday. Bye. Call tomorrow night. And Jeff
be careful, okay? Call me tomorrow night. I've gotta go." The line went
quiet.
There were the four rapid knocks at the door. Jeff stood up drifting to
the door, opened it, Ted stepped inside, "You okay man? You look a little
pale."
Jeff turned flopping back onto the bed on his face.
Ted stood over Jeff.
"I'll be a lot better when the room quits…"
"What?"
"Spinning."
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