Storm Portal by Michael R. Stern

Author:Michael R. Stern [Stern, Michael R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction | Time Travel
Publisher: Creativia
Published: 2018-01-09T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

LINDA AND I were talking in the kitchen, drinking coffee. I chomped on one of the bagels and cream cheese that Ashley had brought. We were trying to avoid more discussion of the events of the past two days, but it wasn't possible. Linda hoped the president would call.

“I was thinking of going to the driving range. No storm clouds today.” We glanced out the window. Birds chattering, wispy clouds, and an azure sky, it was a beautiful morning, a good day to hit a bucket or two.

“You're not leaving me here to answer when he calls.”

“If he calls, he'll call my cell. Have you seen it?”

“Your phone?”

“Yeah. I don't know what I did with it. I checked my pants and my jacket. I looked in the car earlier. Nowhere.” I sipped my coffee.

“You didn't leave it at school, did you?”

“If I did, I put it inside my desk. If he calls, he'll think I turned it off.” I scratched behind my left ear. “But he won't call.”

“Why do you say that?” She set her cup down.

“Because if they didn't find anything, there's no reason to call, and if they did, the president's probably trying to figure out how to use me.” I recognized my discomfort; it was the same feeling I had the first time I met Linda's father.

“That's ridiculous, Fritz.”

“DISAPPEAR,” I reminded her as I got up. “You want more coffee?”

“No,” she said. “When they look at all that's happened, Fritz, they have to know you're not a threat.”

I told her they weren't afraid of me. They were afraid I might do something or go somewhere I shouldn't. Or that someone would find out and use me. My coffee poured, sitting back down, I said, “They always think worst case. This is an important scientific discovery. More so if we learn to harness it or even stop it. I'd like to look some more. But I don't want to call George. Besides, I still need to get prepped for tomorrow. That's why I want to hit some golf balls.” The doorbell rang.

“Ashley, I'll bet,” said Linda. “But why the front door?”

“Sorry to barge in,” said Lois, alone. “I told George I was going shopping.” Ashley was just pulling up to the curb.

“There's hot coffee in the kitchen. Go ahead. I'll wait for him.”

Ashley sauntered to the door. “Hi, another party?”

“Now that you're here.”

We walked into the kitchen as Lois was sitting down. “I'm concerned that George is misreading all this. He's so worried about the kids telling people, and he doesn't know what to say. I really am sorry to bother you; I know you're trying to figure this out too. But he can make it so much worse if he says the wrong things. And he's scared the president will do something awful.” Lois said it all in a single breath.

I agreed but said the story was plausible and that George only needed to introduce me. “I'll take care of the rest. If I can convince the teachers, George doesn't have to worry.

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