G. C. Edmondson by The Ship that Sailed the Time Stream

Author:The Ship that Sailed the Time Stream [Stream, The Ship that Sailed the Time]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Published: 2012-06-08T16:24:43+00:00

When she glanced up and saw Joe her bulging cheeks rearranged themselves into a smile which exposed several gold teeth. “Tell me, sonny,” she said, “did Al Smith win or are we still stuck with Prohibition?”

I’m going nuts, Joe thought dazedly. But he realized he was cutting no ice with the crew by standing there looking stupid.

“Cat got your tongue, sonny?” the fat woman asked.

“From the looks of the still I’d say we’re still in pro-hibition.” A tremendous sigh rippled up and down her abdomen. “It’s been a hell of a while since I had a drink of good stuff.”

“Wha— What year are we in?” Joe finally managed.

“Couldn’t say, sonny. When I first hit town I looked for a Salvation Army soup kitchen. Near’s I make it, there ain’t a Christer in town.”

Gorson elbowed through the mass of naked femininity.

“Where you from?” he asked the fat woman.

“Windy City,” she wheezed. “You can call me Ma Trimble. Sorry about making you swim, sonny—I wasn’t expecting the navy.

“Why didn’t you come back for us?”

“We were going to if we ever got untangled from this danged rock. Hell, sonny, I never could drive a flivver, much less a boat.”

McGrath squirmed in his corner. Still hunched with arms over eyes, he turned. “Mr. Rate,” he asked, “is that you?”

“Sorry about him,” Ma Trimble said. “One of my girls chunked a rock at him when we came aboard.

When he came to—”

McGrath peeped out cautiously. He immediately ducked his head between his knees again. “I thought I’d gone to hell,” he said muffledly.

Red Schwartz stepped over a couple of blondes and lifted the befuddled puritan to his feet, half carrying him into the forecastle.

Joe surveyed the packed galley helplessly. “What did you intend to do with my ship?” he asked.

Ma Trimble shrugged. “Anything beats starving to death on a rockpile. How was I to guess you were Americans?”

“But how are we all—don’t you have beds or anything ashore? And damn it, Mrs. Trimble, you’re going to have to get some clothes on these girls.”

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