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Gangster Schofield – Page 3

“Thanks Dad!” Kristin answered, as she jumped out of her chair, and ran over to the telephone. Picking up the phone, she dialed Katie’s number and told her that she had permission, and then she left.

“That was nice of you. You trust them by themselves?”

“I guess, I mean, they’re teens aren’t they?”

“How are they getting there?”

“Good question. Hey KRISTIN!” I called.

“Yes Dad?”

“How are you getting to the mall?”

“Oh, Katie’s mom’s taking us.”

“OKAY! She’ll be okay.” I said to Tracy.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I know Katie’s mom.”

“Well what should we do today?”

“Let’s go see if we can find out what’s wrong with the game.”

“That’s a good idea.” We left the house, and went over to the game. It was still off. I went to the patch cables to look where Noah disconnected the wiring. Peering inside, I saw that they cables had melted together. Examining further, I saw that the cables were made of some strange alloy, unknown to me now. “Any idea how to fix it?”

“Fix it?! I still don’t know how it works! Look at this wire. What’s it made of?”

“I’ve no clue.”

“Well, it’s cold out here, let’s go back indoors, and I’ll show you something.” We left the control room, and went into the computer room. I started up the machine, and loaded up The Mystery of the Purloined Palette. “Here it is. I thought that you would like to see how far I’ve gotten with my book.” She sat down, and started to read.

“This is interesting.” She said, after she started reading it.

“Do you like it? I’ve gotten as far as the amnesia level of the game, but I can’t quite remember what happened next.”

“Do you have a print-out?”

“No, it’s not good enough to print out.”

“I think so. Please? For me?”

“Oh, all right. If you insist.” I flipped on the printer, and began to print out my multi-paged work. After it was printed, she took it to her room, sat atop her bed, and started to read it. I went to the workshop, and looked around. I stumbled upon a piece of a equipment Chet and I had built many years before. Making sure to recover it well, I continued to look at the other equipment. I thought back on that gadget. Boy did that get me in a lot of trouble. We didn’t know slowing down time could create such a mess! You know, that adventure may be a good story idea also! Maybe I’ll call Chet up and try to write it. That’s a good idea. I thought. Going over to the phone, I called him up, and he came over. We got started right away.

“How should we start it?” Chet asked.

“I don’t know. Let’s start it like this…” I replied keying my ideas into the computer.

It was a cold day in the fall of 1976. I watched impatiently out the window, waiting for my friend, Chet Szymanski, to come over.