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Starting over…part 11

“The meeting will come to order,” said Jerry, pounding on the table.

“Who put you in charge?” yelled a guy in filthy jeans and a matching vest.

“He is in charge,” said a woman, who looked at him with disgust.  “Just shut up and, if possible, take a bloody shower, will you.”

“Who you telling to shut up?”

“I’m telling you,” she said, standing up, a knife in each hand.  “You got a problem with that?”

“Please, please,” said Jerry.  “Let’s get on with the meeting, shall we?  You’re not in America now, so just chill out and shake it off.”

“Go ahead Jerry,” said someone to his right.  “What’s this all about?”

“It has come to my attention that we have all been playing fast and loose with the lives of the humans on earth.  It’s made things too…chaotic.  It’s possible that they will soon become extinct, if we don’t cut back.”

“So what if they become extinct?  We can play with someone else, if that happens.”

“And,” said Jerry, ignoring the comment, “it’s time to set up some guidelines.”

“What kind of guidelines,” asked someone, in the back of the room.

“Kit’s going to hand out some packets, but here’s what we feel should happen.  We need to make the human societies more equal, economically, gender wise…”

“I think the females should have a few thousand years of being in charge.  It’s only fair,” said a gorgeous woman, standing up.  “I’m sick of all the violence they have to put up with, the low pay, the horrific lives some of them lead.  If that’s not part of the agenda, or new rules, I’m out.  You don’t go from all those years of inequality to equality, without the men finding out what it’s like to be on the other side of what they did.”

“That is part of the new agenda.  So, sit down and let me talk,” said Jerry.  “We want to change a lot of things.”

The meeting went on for quite some time, after which there was a Q & A period.

“I heard you let two kids go back to their lives.  Is that true?” asked someone who looked like a big lizard.

“I did that,” said Kit.

“Why?” asked a man.

“I thought they would be of use to us later and…”

“What kind of use?”

“Actually,” she said.  “I did it because I wanted to.  If you have a problem with that, after all these centuries, meet me after the meeting and we can settle it then.”

“I’m sure you knew what you were doing,” he said meekly.

“The girl,” said Jerry,” can use the typewriter.  That’s how I got the letter out to all of you.”

There was a collective gasp, then a lot of mumbling.

“I’m in contact with her.  I’m teaching at her school.”

More mumbling.

“Does she know what she is?”

“She does not,” said Jerry.

“Are you going to tell her?”


“What’s it like back on earth?”

“Stupid.  I don’t know how any of them can stand it.  If their memories weren’t erased, they’d all kill themselves,” said Jerry.

“Still deadly?”

“More than ever.”

“Any hope they’ll learn anything.”

“Not as far as I can see,” said Jerry sadly.  “That’s why we’re having this meeting.  It’s a last ditch effort to keep their species alive.”

“Who cares?” said several people.

“I do,” said a woman.

“So do I, said another.

One by one, they started standing.

“That’s a majority,” said Jerry.  “We’ll give it our best shot.”


“What do you want to be?” asked James.

“Everything,” said Lilly, excitedly.  “How about you?”

“How can you be everything?”

“I don’t know, I just think I can be.  There’s no reason a person has to be just one thing.”

“Maybe,” he said, frowning.  “I never thought about that before.”

“That’s why a lot of people end up being only one thing.  People don’t think of other ways of being.”

“That’s true.”

“So?  What do you want to be?” she asked.

“I’m not sure.  An environmentalist, or oceanographer, or someone who can really make changes in the way we live and treat the earth and animals.”

“I think that’s wonderful.  I’ll help.”

“You will?  Sure.”

He smiled.  “Okay.”

“Do I have to meet your parents?”

“Not if you don’t want to,”  he said

“I don’t want to.”

He laughed.  “Good enough.  Do you think we’re in love because we were dead together, or because we really love each other?”

“Does it matter?” she asked.

He thought for awhile and then said, “No.  Not at all.”

“I don’t think so either.  Want some ice cream?”


“Let’s go,” she said pulling him up.

“Do you think we were meant to meet?”

“Who cares?” she laughed.  “Why do you keep asking questions, instead of just enjoying the moment?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, it’s a waste of time, don’t you think?  People rarely ask the right questions and there usually aren’t any answers so, let’s just HAVE FUN,” she said, doing a cartwheel.”

He smiled and ran after her.


Jack of Hearts…Chapter 11

“You make great sauce,” he said, wiping a piece of bread across his plate.

“And you know how to eat, using bread.  I like that,” said Ace, touching his shoulder. 

“I’m good at a lot of things,” he agreed, licking his fork.

“Hold that thought,” she sighed, getting off of his lap to open the window.  “Yes?  How can you help me?” 

The crow eyed her, dropped a small envelop onto the windowsill and tried to come inside.

“No.  Last time I let you in, you stayed for three months and you know how well that worked out.  “He’s my cousin.  Stay there and I’ll get some peanuts.”

“A friend of yours?”

“You could say that.  He’s a courier, actually.”

“What is he really?”

“He a crow.”

“He’s not,” said Tim, frowning.  “He’s only a crow when he want’s to be.”

“Is what he’s saying true?” she asked the bird, giving him a small bag of nuts.

“The crow ruffled his feathers, gave Tim the evil eye, and flew away.”

“He doesn’t like you,” said Ace

“He doesn’t know me.”

Ace ripped the envelop apart and read the short note.

Ace, I’m being held captive by Mathews, who wants to hurt me.  He said he’ll let me go, if you meet him behind the Mart at midnight tonight. 

I’m sorry I’ve kept your jacket for so long.  If you save me you can have it right away because I’m wearing it and I know you don’t want it to come to you all messy, covered in my guts, right?  Love 4 of Ds

“The Mart?”

“Merchandise Mart in Chicago.  That bloody town.  There’s ALWAYS something sinister going on in that place.  That’s where Queen was last seen.”

“I like the way she signed it.  Short, but to the point, 4 Ds.  Cute,” he said happily, staring at the note.  “Let’s go save her, so you can get your jacket back.”

“I will save her.  You are staying here.”

“What’s the fastest way there?”

“Did you hear me?”

“I did, but you didn’t answer my question.”

“I will answer your question, when you ask a question I want to answer.”

“Oh, good one,” he said, picking up his backpack.


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