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Jenny Everywhere: Pit Stop, part 5
Far, far too late, the story concludes!
by Scott Sanford
part 5
David emerged from the apartment building, carrying a plate piled high with sandwiches, and asked, “Did I hear rejoicing?”
“Just in time!” cried Jenny. “We got it working! Well, Professor Awesome did.”
“If you’re awesome this morning, young man, you deserve a pastrami sandwich. Eat up, you’re a growing boy.”
“Would you be saying that if it were still broken?”, Eric asked.
“Then you’d be feeling down and you’d need a pastrami sandwich to cheer you up!”
“Fair enough,” Eric acknowledged, and took a sandwich. “Thanks for the sandwich.”
The others helped themselves, Willow and Wu both opting for triangular halves rather than whole slice sandwiches.
“Us, we can eat if we feel like it,” he said to Kim. He held out the plate for her.
“It would be a shame to let good food go to waste,” she said, taking a sandwich.
“Everybody likes Greenberg’s,” David agreed. He took a bite, chewing as his eyes flickered over the others. He quietly added, “I hope you’re not being a stranger there.”
“What?”
“I never know. If you just haven’t been in lately, no problem, I just didn’t want things to be awkward. You’re a pretty woman and Morrie’s not blind. He’s noticed.”
“He’s too young for me,” Kim said gently, shaking her head.
“He turns fifty this year.”
“So maybe he’s too old for me, too.” She shrugged. “Nice enough – but not my type.”
“Fair enough.”
“I haven’t been avoiding him, no. And Morrie’s never been out of line, he’s always been pleasant and professional at work. He’s a good guy.”
“Good, good.”
“He does do a good pastrami,” she admitted, taking another bite of her sandwich.
David nodded silently.
Soon everyone finished their snacks and said their goodbyes.
“Lest I forget, Jenny, I still have your thunderbolt amulet,” Genevieve said. “It was very helpful and still has three thunder seeds left. Do you need it back?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jenny said. “If I need a, uh, thunderbolt amulet I can get another one.”
“So be it!”
The princess got onto the dream spinner, managing her voluminous skirts more gracefully than Jenny would have managed, and settled into the operator’s seat.
Both raccoons found places to stand beside her. Wu was holding a bag of sandwiches, ensuring they’d have some kosher snacks to eat in other universes.
Genevieve began slowly working the treadle. The large wheel moved, slowly then more quickly, and soon span faster than plausible, blurring into a featureless mass. Sparks ran across the frame and the raccoon’s fur stood on end in all directions while Princess Genevieve’s hair, for whatever reason, remained perfect.
The entire assembly shimmered with iridescent light and they faded away, leaving only empty air behind them.
“Job well done, Professor Awesome,” Kim said. “You really fixed it.”
“Told you I could.” He grinned in satisfaction.
“Now that she’s gone...” Jenny gave an embarrassed grin. “Eric, she didn’t want to make a fuss or anything, but she left something for you.”
She held up a coin that glinted in the sunlight the way very pure gold does.
“Wow,” Eric said.
Jenny laid it in his hand. He looked at the gold coin in his palm and asked “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“A good craftsman is worth his wages,” David advised. “You take the money.”
“That’s up to you,” Kim said. “You can keep it as a souvenir if you want. If you don’t want, if you’d rather, I’ll buy it off of you for the bullion value. I can sell gold if I need to. I’ll even take you on a shopping trip to the hardware store.”
“I have a list of things I want,” he warned her.
“Good. If that’s as much gold as it looks like it may be a very nice trip.”
“Do you know what a CNC milling machine is?”
“No, but I expect you need one.”
“I’d like one...”, he allowed.
“That’s a boy,” David said. “They say it never hurts to ask.”
Eric thought for a moment and asked, “You can really turn gold coins into regular money?”
“I’m going to have to anyway,” Kim told him lightly. “Last week I came home to find Jenny asleep on the couch wearing a tricorn hat with a feathered plume you wouldn’t believe, and right there in the living room was a wooden treasure chest, wide open, full of gold coins, spilling out on the coffee table. So yes, I’m going to be selling gold anyhow.”
“You have stolen pirate treasure?”, he marveled.
“It wasn’t stealing, I think,” Jenny protested. “They were pirates, so they must have stolen it from someone else in the first place, and anyway everything was on fire and the ship was sinking. Does taking stuff home instead of letting it sink count as stealing?”
A sudden thunderous boom swept through the parking lot, shaking the ground beneath their feet. A brilliant light illuminated the street, people shrieked, car horns honked, and they could see people running for cover.
Eric yelped as Kim’s arm shot out, pushing him behind David.
Jenny caught him by the shoulders. He hadn’t seen her move. “If this turns bad,” she whispered, “run for cover.”
“Mᴏʀᴛᴀʟs!”, boomed a reverberant voice. “Bᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ!”
“Oy,” sighed David, throwing up his hands. “This again!”
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by Scott Sanford
part 5
David emerged from the apartment building, carrying a plate piled high with sandwiches, and asked, “Did I hear rejoicing?”
“Just in time!” cried Jenny. “We got it working! Well, Professor Awesome did.”
“If you’re awesome this morning, young man, you deserve a pastrami sandwich. Eat up, you’re a growing boy.”
“Would you be saying that if it were still broken?”, Eric asked.
“Then you’d be feeling down and you’d need a pastrami sandwich to cheer you up!”
“Fair enough,” Eric acknowledged, and took a sandwich. “Thanks for the sandwich.”
The others helped themselves, Willow and Wu both opting for triangular halves rather than whole slice sandwiches.
“Us, we can eat if we feel like it,” he said to Kim. He held out the plate for her.
“It would be a shame to let good food go to waste,” she said, taking a sandwich.
“Everybody likes Greenberg’s,” David agreed. He took a bite, chewing as his eyes flickered over the others. He quietly added, “I hope you’re not being a stranger there.”
“What?”
“I never know. If you just haven’t been in lately, no problem, I just didn’t want things to be awkward. You’re a pretty woman and Morrie’s not blind. He’s noticed.”
“He’s too young for me,” Kim said gently, shaking her head.
“He turns fifty this year.”
“So maybe he’s too old for me, too.” She shrugged. “Nice enough – but not my type.”
“Fair enough.”
“I haven’t been avoiding him, no. And Morrie’s never been out of line, he’s always been pleasant and professional at work. He’s a good guy.”
“Good, good.”
“He does do a good pastrami,” she admitted, taking another bite of her sandwich.
David nodded silently.
Soon everyone finished their snacks and said their goodbyes.
“Lest I forget, Jenny, I still have your thunderbolt amulet,” Genevieve said. “It was very helpful and still has three thunder seeds left. Do you need it back?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jenny said. “If I need a, uh, thunderbolt amulet I can get another one.”
“So be it!”
The princess got onto the dream spinner, managing her voluminous skirts more gracefully than Jenny would have managed, and settled into the operator’s seat.
Both raccoons found places to stand beside her. Wu was holding a bag of sandwiches, ensuring they’d have some kosher snacks to eat in other universes.
Genevieve began slowly working the treadle. The large wheel moved, slowly then more quickly, and soon span faster than plausible, blurring into a featureless mass. Sparks ran across the frame and the raccoon’s fur stood on end in all directions while Princess Genevieve’s hair, for whatever reason, remained perfect.
The entire assembly shimmered with iridescent light and they faded away, leaving only empty air behind them.
“Job well done, Professor Awesome,” Kim said. “You really fixed it.”
“Told you I could.” He grinned in satisfaction.
“Now that she’s gone...” Jenny gave an embarrassed grin. “Eric, she didn’t want to make a fuss or anything, but she left something for you.”
She held up a coin that glinted in the sunlight the way very pure gold does.
“Wow,” Eric said.
Jenny laid it in his hand. He looked at the gold coin in his palm and asked “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“A good craftsman is worth his wages,” David advised. “You take the money.”
“That’s up to you,” Kim said. “You can keep it as a souvenir if you want. If you don’t want, if you’d rather, I’ll buy it off of you for the bullion value. I can sell gold if I need to. I’ll even take you on a shopping trip to the hardware store.”
“I have a list of things I want,” he warned her.
“Good. If that’s as much gold as it looks like it may be a very nice trip.”
“Do you know what a CNC milling machine is?”
“No, but I expect you need one.”
“I’d like one...”, he allowed.
“That’s a boy,” David said. “They say it never hurts to ask.”
Eric thought for a moment and asked, “You can really turn gold coins into regular money?”
“I’m going to have to anyway,” Kim told him lightly. “Last week I came home to find Jenny asleep on the couch wearing a tricorn hat with a feathered plume you wouldn’t believe, and right there in the living room was a wooden treasure chest, wide open, full of gold coins, spilling out on the coffee table. So yes, I’m going to be selling gold anyhow.”
“You have stolen pirate treasure?”, he marveled.
“It wasn’t stealing, I think,” Jenny protested. “They were pirates, so they must have stolen it from someone else in the first place, and anyway everything was on fire and the ship was sinking. Does taking stuff home instead of letting it sink count as stealing?”
A sudden thunderous boom swept through the parking lot, shaking the ground beneath their feet. A brilliant light illuminated the street, people shrieked, car horns honked, and they could see people running for cover.
Eric yelped as Kim’s arm shot out, pushing him behind David.
Jenny caught him by the shoulders. He hadn’t seen her move. “If this turns bad,” she whispered, “run for cover.”
“Mᴏʀᴛᴀʟs!”, boomed a reverberant voice. “Bᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ!”
“Oy,” sighed David, throwing up his hands. “This again!”
The character of Jenny Everywhere is available for use by anyone, with only one condition. This paragraph must be included in any publication involving Jenny Everywhere, in order that others may use this property as they wish. All rights reversed.