Sailing the Last Voyage with Newton and Pascal
The next day, Denise and Vannie had the head table to themselves. It had been this way since they got back from Serelia. Denise saw Jack as he limped to his table sporting a nose splint and other bandages. “I can’t believe he’s back in class this quick,” Denise said. “From what I heard, whoever …
Continue reading "The Ten Weeks, 10 February, Keeping “Them” From Moving Up"
The central consequence of Jack’s grounding was that he was confined to the Point, unable to use his car. School was no problem; depending upon where on the campus he started, he was on average about five hundred metres from school to home. A cold front had blown through the day before and made things …
Continue reading "The Ten Weeks, 9 February, Cancel Culture at the End of Fists"
Father Avalon was prompt for his 1000 appointment with Pierre des Cieux. Claudia was thrilled to see him come; she ushered him in and served them coffee. “So, what can I do for you today, Father?” Pierre asked, relighting his pipe. “I appreciate your time,” Avalon replied. “I came to talk about Madeleine.” “It seems …
Continue reading "The Ten Weeks, 8 February, So Why Aren’t the Sacraments Enough?"
Sunday morning came and the 0800 Holy Communion came with it. They found an acolyte robe for Jack; both he and Rick, stiff and sore from their beatings, performed their duties as best they could. Fortunately St. Mark’s was not as large as All Saints, so getting around wasn’t as difficult. Jack had drifted away …
Continue reading "The Ten Weeks, 7 February, The Burden of Our Sins is Intolerable"
Sleep was a rare commodity at the St. Anne’s guest house. With Jack picking up Denise, then the constable’s visitation to gather evidence, and finally Denise’s return, the time the team was supposed to rest for the match turned into an all-nighter. Coach Dorr was in and out, but Vannie ended up acting as den …
Continue reading "The Ten Weeks, 6 February, Part II, When Victory is Out of Reach"
Somewhere in the middle of all this Denise lost consciousness. The next thing she knew, there was a firm pounding on the door of her room. “Open up,” the female voice said. “It’s the constabulary.” Denise awoke to find Jack gone and herself unable to escape through the door. She went from total oblivion to …
Continue reading "The Ten Weeks, 6 February, Part I, Let the Ecclesiastical Constable Handle Things"
The Serelians gave the same thorough treatment at the border as the Aloxans did, making the girls get off of the bus while they searched for drugs and other contraband. Vannie was nervous at the whole idea of being in Serelia, made more so by the grey-haired border guard who slowed down scanning the passports …
The girls had a travel schedule that was both easier and harder than the guys. It was easier in that they didn’t have to leave school until 0900, as opposed to 0700 when the guys pulled out of the marina and 0730 when Jack left the yacht club. It was also easier in that, instead …
Continue reading "The Ten Weeks, 5 February, Part II, Border Crossings Can be Trecherous"
The sun was just barely peeking over the Point when Jack arrived at the yacht club. He parked his black GTO in the far corner of the lot to insure that others would not open their doors on it, took his bags out of the boot, and checked to make sure it was locked and …
Continue reading "The Ten Weeks, 5 February, Part I, Go East, Young Man"
It was back at the “head table” in the cafeteria for Denise and her friends. “How did it go with Terry yesterday?” Pete asked. “You saw her blow her stack and storm out of school, didn’t you?” Vannie asked. “Yeah, I guess,” Pete vaguely replied. “You think she’s going to do anything about it, Denise?” …
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