Servo 24:3
Servo 24:3
That evening after dinner, I retired to my room. Dad was still by the window listening. “Hi, Dad.”He turned slightly. “Hello, Jonah.”“Any more luck?”“Yes. I think I have enough data.”“And?”“Tomorrow night seems to be a good time.”“Oh,” I said with a hint of dismay in my voice.“What’s wrong?”“Well, um, we caught a bunch of crawdads today and Dagwood’s gonna prepare them for us in a few days.”“Crawdads?”“Yeah, crayfish.”“Bleh!” Dad said, the noise sounded more like an electronic fart.I tried not to laugh. “What’s wrong?”“Dirty creatures.”“He said if they soak in clear water for a few days, they won’t taste muddy. And the creek we got them from is pretty clear.”“I’m sure there will be other times to eat crayfish with your friend. We need to get to New Philadelphia.”“You think Suz is in that much trouble?”“I have a feeling there’s something wrong; not only with Suz, but with the country.”“America?”“Yes.” He stood and walked around. “I can’t explain it, and I know there’s no internet here, but I’m picking up things.”“Like what?”“Images—pictures keep popping into my head.”“Memories?”“No, these are of things yet to come.”“Bad things?”He regarded me. “Very.”“Another war?”“I can’t say for certain, but things feel wrong to me.”“Do you want me to tell Rory?”“Tell him we need to leave tomorrow night, but don’t tell him anything else.”“Right,” I said, going to the door. “I’ll make sure he’s ready.” Leaving my room, I went across the hall and knocked lightly on Rory’s door. “Hey, it’s me.”“Come in,” he called.I went in and found him sitting on the bed, staring at his tablet. “What are you doing?”“Nothing.”“Dad told me that we should go tomorrow night.”“He’s sure?”“Yeah.”He set his tablet off to the side. “Okay. What time?”“Just go to bed as normal and I’ll come wake you.”“All right…Jonah?”“Yes?”“Are you scared?”“A little. But Dad seems to know what he’s doing, and we have to trust him.”“I hope we don’t get caught.”I went to the door. “Me neither. That would cause a lot of trouble.”“What would they do to Dad?” “I dunno.” I left his room with more thoughts of doom. We had to accomplish the tasks at hand. Perhaps the fate of the entire country would rest on our young shoulders. That was a lot to bear. But first we needed to escape.
That evening after dinner, I retired to my room. Dad was still by the window listening. “Hi, Dad.”He turned slightly. “Hello, Jonah.”“Any more luck?”“Yes. I think I have enough data.”“And?”“Tomorrow night seems to be a good time.”“Oh,” I said with a hint of dismay in my voice.“What’s wrong?”“Well, um, we caught a bunch of crawdads today and Dagwood’s gonna prepare them for us in a few days.”“Crawdads?”“Yeah, crayfish.”“Bleh!” Dad said, the noise sounded more like an electronic fart.I tried not to laugh. “What’s wrong?”“Dirty creatures.”“He said if they soak in clear water for a few days, they won’t taste muddy. And the creek we got them from is pretty clear.”“I’m sure there will be other times to eat crayfish with your friend. We need to get to New Philadelphia.”“You think Suz is in that much trouble?”“I have a feeling there’s something wrong; not only with Suz, but with the country.”“America?”“Yes.” He stood and walked around. “I can’t explain it, and I know there’s no internet here, but I’m picking up things.”“Like what?”“Images—pictures keep popping into my head.”“Memories?”“No, these are of things yet to come.”“Bad things?”He regarded me. “Very.”“Another war?”“I can’t say for certain, but things feel wrong to me.”“Do you want me to tell Rory?”“Tell him we need to leave tomorrow night, but don’t tell him anything else.”“Right,” I said, going to the door. “I’ll make sure he’s ready.” Leaving my room, I went across the hall and knocked lightly on Rory’s door. “Hey, it’s me.”“Come in,” he called.I went in and found him sitting on the bed, staring at his tablet. “What are you doing?”“Nothing.”“Dad told me that we should go tomorrow night.”“He’s sure?”“Yeah.”He set his tablet off to the side. “Okay. What time?”“Just go to bed as normal and I’ll come wake you.”“All right…Jonah?”“Yes?”“Are you scared?”“A little. But Dad seems to know what he’s doing, and we have to trust him.”“I hope we don’t get caught.”I went to the door. “Me neither. That would cause a lot of trouble.”“What would they do to Dad?” “I dunno.” I left his room with more thoughts of doom. We had to accomplish the tasks at hand. Perhaps the fate of the entire country would rest on our young shoulders. That was a lot to bear. But first we needed to escape.
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