No Other Story by Cuthbert Soup

Author:Cuthbert Soup [Soup, Cuthbert]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Humorous Stories, Family, Action & Adventure, General
ISBN: 9781619631205
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing USA
Published: 2013-09-03T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“Awesome,” said Sullivan, with no shortage of wonderment and reverence. “So this is the original LVR.” He walked a slow circle around the machine. He wanted to touch it but refrained from doing so, as if it were some ancient, holy relic. Meanwhile, Ethan carefully inspected the repair work done to the ceiling panel.

“Well, I’ll tell you one thing,” he said. “That Mr. Lumley is an awfully good blacksmith.”

“And an awfully good friend,” said Big.

“Do you mind if I have a look at the interior?” asked Sullivan.

“Not at all,” said Ethan, and he began keying in the password needed to open the pod door from the outside. But when he finished, he found the door remained locked.

“Oh, sorry,” said Big. “I forgot. I had to change the sequence.”

“You figured out how to change the password?” Ethan marveled.

“Took me three days,” she said, punching in the new numbers. “I changed it to C-H-I-P so I would always remember.” She pulled open the hatch, and Sullivan peered inside.

“Go ahead,” said Ethan.

Sullivan ducked his head, stepped into the prototype time machine, and let out a chuckle. “So it’s true,” he said when he saw the seats and the control panel. “You used parts from an old motor home, LOL.”

“You work with what you have,” said Ethan.

“I know all about that,” said Sullivan. “I used parts from an old 2087 model hover-van for my LVR-TS714 version 8.0.” As he inspected the rest of the LVR, his eyes widened and a broad smile pushed that scruffy blond beard aside. “I’d love to take just one ride in it. Maybe someday, if you’re ever back this way.”

Sullivan stepped out of the LVR and took a few more moments to admire it, then said, “Well, I guess this is goodbye.” He turned to Simon and put his hand upon his shoulder. “It was great seeing you again, Grandpa.”

For once, Simon didn’t mind being called Grandpa. In fact, he found that he rather liked it. It made him feel older and, more importantly, grown-up. Slowly, he pulled Steve from his right hand and offered him to Sullivan. “Here,” he said. “I can’t take your good luck charm.”

“But your mother made him for you,” said Sullivan.

“It’s okay. After we save her life, and after we go for ice cream, I’m going to ask her to make me a brand-new Steve.”

As Sullivan took the tattered sock puppet in his hands, tears formed in his eyes, and Simon hoped it wouldn’t damage his eyetop computer like the time Simon had ruined a perfectly good laptop by accidentally dousing it with hot chocolate.

“This is the second time you’ve given this to me,” he said. “I’ll treasure it for the rest of my life. Thanks, Grandpa Cheeseman.” Sullivan then gave his eight-year-old grandfather one last hug before Jason stepped forward and offered his hand.

“It’s us who should be thanking you, Sullivan,” he said. “Not only did you save our lives, but you gave us all hope for the future.” Jason held up the autographed baseball as proof of this.

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