HARDYS INN DANGER by Ann
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
The second day of the car and air show also had a great turnout, we saw as soon as we got back to Bayport from meeting with Nehemiah and his guys. Frank and I had a lot on our minds as we pulled into a space on the inn’s grounds. Besides the fact that he gave me a lecture that lasted several miles about keeping as safe as possible while taking out bad guys. No matter what year it is, I get in trouble. Yet that also means that I’m always cared about, too. I wonder if it would throw things off if I actually was more careful all the time. I highly doubt it.
“Oh, are we displaying this cool car, too?” I asked as Frank shut off the engine.
“What?” he asked with some confusion in his tone.
“You know, like the borrowed Duesenberg? Are we displaying this one?” I asked innocently.
“The Duesenberg is borrowed, yes, but they aren’t on ‘display’,” he said.
He was going to say it, wasn’t he? I guess I just had to try one more time to think that this was 2015.
“These are brand new cars, just built this year.” Yep, he was saying it.
“You mean-?” I started to ask.
“This is being used as a parking lot, to extend the inn’s space to accommodate all of the guests at our annual Bayport event of barnstorming, rides, foods, music, and fireworks. Yet, you know that.” He looked at me seriously. “Joe? You’re not joking with me, are you? Should I take you to the doctors or hospital?”
I gave him the same look I’d give him no matter what year it was. “No way!”
He sighed and ran a hand through his neatly combed hair. “We’ve got to figure this out. When was the last time everything fit with the year you believe it to be?”
I had been thinking on this, confirming in my mind exactly when it was. “Yesterday. After we first got here in the Duesenberg. You and I did the air show. Then you met Callie and walked around while I was going to meet Iola at the car since it was my turn to keep an eye on the Doozy. I was looking something up on my phone. The app that Phil developed, I tapped on it and entered the year – 1927 for Bayport, New York. Then I guess I fell asleep. But as you can see, I’m not still asleep.”
“Where is this phone you’re talking about?” he asked.
“I can’t find it. I started to look around the seats of the Duesenberg but Aunt Tru-, Aunt Gertrude told me to not make a mess.” I gave a shrug. “I couldn’t tell her I lost my phone again. I’d be in double trouble for losing the phone and losing something that doesn’t even exist yet….although it does. Okay, I’m getting a headache again.” I sighed and leaned my head against the seat.
“What is an ‘app’?” Frank asked.
Headache definitely getting worse. Frank not know what an app is? How freaky is that? “An application, a program. In this case it was supposed to tell me all about 1927, like I was there. Virtually go back in time. But more like with information and imagination. Of course, there was the joke that….”
My voice sounded quiet. “Time travel. Phil joked about working on a time travel app. You know, ‘there’s an app for that’? No, you wouldn’t have heard that saying, would you?”
Frank looked like he might be getting a headache also. “You are seriously saying you are from when?”
Then I heard Iola calling my name and hey, what can I say? I suddenly felt a lot better! Jumping out of the car, I spotted her immediately, waving to me as she walked toward us with Callie and….
“Hi Joe!” Iola exclaimed. “Another great sunshiny day! And look who we ran into!”
“How’s it goin’, Joe,” Lou called, walking along next to my Iola with a big grin on his face. Just great.
“Hi Iola, Callie,” I sent a smile also to Callie as she demurely watched Frank smile and walk as quickly as possible to her. Then I forced myself to be friendly and gave a wave to Lou. “Hey, Lou. What up?”
“The sky. The clouds. The sun. Oh, and the planes! You two missed a great show! But we had a terrific time, didn’t we, ladies?” Lou asked, with a very big wink at Iola and Callie.
“He really is just eight or nine, right?” I whispered to Iola. She giggled.
“We thought we’d check out the Ferris Wheel, right, doll?” Lou asked Iola.
“What am I supposed to do?” I asked.
The little squirt shrugged, apparently not very concerned. “You can ride in another car. Iola is going to ride on it with me.”
I must have looked shocked and annoyed. Probably because I was. Iola gazed up at me and placed a comforting hand on my arm.
“He’s nervous going on these things,” she started to explain.
“Well, no one’s making him,” I pointed out.
She gave me another look and continued. “We didn’t know when you were getting here and we figured we had time for a ride.”
“You snooze, you lose,” Lou stated with a cheerful smirk.
“Well played,” I muttered, not about to let him have the last word. Not that I was actually considering that he was a rival.
So we walked to the Ferris Wheel. I was going to go up by myself and got on right after Iola and Lou. Before it started up, though, a mother came hurrying up with twins, a small boy and girl maybe around ten, as well as a baby in her arms.
“Oh good, Joe!” she said. I didn’t know who she was though. “Tim and Becky can go up with you, right? I’d really appreciate it. As you can see, I can’t go on the ride and they really want to.”
What could I say? Both kids were really excited. They were just big enough for the ride, yet small enough to sit on either side of me. It was fine the first time we circled around. Can’t say that for the second rotation.
“I’m getting hungry,” Becky stated. “Guess what we ate a little while ago? Hot dogs and curly fries!”
“Sounds great!” I looked over at her beaming face then I turned my head to glance at Tim and noticed he was looking a little green. Oh no.
“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about food,” I suggested to Becky. “We don’t want a display.”
So Becky and I changed the subject. We talked about other rides as we went way up high into the air, far from the ground, which was probably where Tim felt like his stomach was.
“How’re you doing, buddy?” I asked Tim.
He looked at me like he wasn’t too sure of the answer. Or maybe he was. That was a very sickly smile on his face. Yet by the second to last rotation of the ride he was looking decidedly less green. In fact, he was for real smiling and enjoying the ride.
I heaved a big sigh of relief when the ride was over, seriously thankful Tim hadn’t heaved. Becky and Tim’s mom came, got them, and they all thanked me. Feeling very happy that no one lost their cookies, I looked over to where Iola waited for me. Lou was right next to her, having enjoyed the Ferris Wheel with her while I’d sweated out almost every rotation. I groaned. Then I cheered up after reminding myself that nobody had puked on me. Gotta keep positive.