MISC: The Girl Who Saved the World Part 28 (George Phillies)

George Phillies phillies at 4liberty.net
Sat Jan 30 19:25:49 PST 2016


In case you were wondering what I just did to chapter order, they are now

Flashforward
I awoke at half past dark.  To put it mildly, I hurt.

Flashback
Kniaz Kang's Shanghai Marco Polo
North Cosmopolis, Washington
7:30 AM
January 10, 2018

Chapter Three
The Hidden Fortress
Morning
January 12, 2018
  The Healing Matrix had promised: I would wake before sunrise.


Chapter Four
The Wells Residence
Arbalest Street
Medford, Massachusetts
Evening
January 12, 2018

For the Wells family, dinner approached completion.  Wind from the 
blizzard rattled the tree branches  and whistled through the house’s 
ornate eves.  All the blinds in the breakfast room were pulled, covering 
three walls of glass with honeycomb fabric.

  “That was really good Indian Pudding, mom,” Janie Wells said, pushing 
pitch-black  falls of hair back from her ears. Her much-taller 
year-older sister Jessamine Trishaset nodded enthusiastic agreement.

“Thank you,” Abigail Wells said. “My recipe, but Brian did all the work. 
And grades? It being that day for you seventh and eighth-graders?”

“Mostly A’s,” Trisha said. “Except Gym. C-. GR, I have to be really 
careful not to give away I’m a bit faster than the other kids.”

“I supppose faster than sound qualifies as a bit faster,” Patrick Wells 
remarked.  “And it’s good of Sunssword to go flying with you.”  Trisha’s 
father took off his glasses, and waved them in one hand. “Your mystery 
patron supplied you, all three of you, with garb that does hide who you 
are. Or would have, if you two hadn’t given things away.”

“Da-aad,” Brian complained, not quite seriously.  “The other choice was 
getting stomped flat by a giant robot.  It could have appeared anywhere 
in Massachusetts, and it just had to appear right in front of my school. 
Besides I got A+s on everything. GR, they won’t let me get way above 
grade level yet, not like you, Trisha, so you have a disadvantage.”
In case you were wondering what I just did to chapter order, they are now

Flashforward
I awoke at half past dark.  To put it mildly, I hurt.

Flashback
Kniaz Kang's Shanghai Marco Polo
North Cosmopolis, Washington
7:30 AM
January 10, 2018

Chapter Three
The Hidden Fortress
Morning
January 12, 2018
  The Healing Matrix had promised: I would wake before sunrise.


Chapter Four
The Wells Residence
Arbalest Street
Medford, Massachusetts
Evening
January 12, 2018

For the Wells family, dinner approached completion.  Wind from the 
blizzard rattled the tree branches  and whistled through the house’s 
ornate eves.  All the blinds in the breakfast room were pulled, covering 
three walls of glass with honeycomb fabric.

  “That was really good Indian Pudding, mom,” Janie Wells said, pushing 
pitch-black  falls of hair back from her ears. Her much-taller 
year-older sister Jessamine Trishaset nodded enthusiastic agreement.

“Thank you,” Abigail Wells said. “My recipe, but Brian did all the work. 
And grades? It being that day for you seventh and eighth-graders?”

“Mostly A’s,” Trisha said. “Except Gym. C-. GR, I have to be really 
careful not to give away I’m a bit faster than the other kids.”

“I supppose faster than sound qualifies as a bit faster,” Patrick Wells 
remarked.  “And it’s good of Sunssword to go flying with you.”  Trisha’s 
father took off his glasses, and waved them in one hand. “Your mystery 
patron supplied you, all three of you, with garb that does hide who you 
are. Or would have, if you two hadn’t given things away.”

“Da-aad,” Brian complained, not quite seriously.  “The other choice was 
getting stomped flat by a giant robot.  It could have appeared anywhere 
in Massachusetts, and it just had to appear right in front of my school. 
Besides I got A+s on everything. GR, they won’t let me get way above 
grade level yet, not like you, Trisha, so you have a disadvantage.”




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