This is episode thirty-one of the novel, From Here To 1137 AD. If you would like to purchase From Here To 1137 AD, it is available on Amazon in Kindle format or paperback.
Checking On Edgar
The sound of the phone rang over the pod’s sound system. It picked up.
“Hello,” Edgar said.
“Hi, Edgar. How are you doing?”
“Staying out of trouble,” Edgar said.
“I wanted to check in on you.”
“I’m fine,” Edgar said. “How are you doing?”
“I’m doing good,” Tom said. “It’s cold. We’ve had some snow.”
“What have you been doing?” Edgar asked.
“You know, the regular farm stuff. Oh, I went to a farm implement show over in Ft. Wayne.”
“Sounds like a great time,” Edgar responded sarcastically. “I bet you got a wall calendar, some pencils, and one of those rubber coin purses.”
“I wanted to let you know I can send you a little something each month.”
“My allowance?” Edgar said sarcastically.
“Look, I know this isn’t ideal for you. Let me figure some things out.”
“I saw a position open at a local restaurant,” Edgar continued. “They need a dishwasher.”
“Edgar, I don’t like seeing you live like you are. I want the best for you, but I want you alive.”
“I’m doing okay, Tom,” Edgar said. “I think I could enjoy this if not for looking over my shoulder all the time. Paranoia is real. I’m getting so I can’t sleep or eat.”
“You’ve had some time to think about this: where would you feel safe? Just name it.”
“It’s amazing,” Edgar said. “I have thought about that.”
“Well,” Tom said encouragingly, “where?”
“Tristan da Cunha,” Edgar said.
“You have my curiosity.”
“I read something recently where it is one of the remotest places in the world. Few want to go there. I thought about other islands, but that one seemed best.”
“How soon do you think you can be ready to go?”
“As long as it takes to get to the airport,” Edgar said.
“What about packing your bag?”
“I told you paranoia is real and terrible,” Edgar said. “My bags are packed.”
“Find out what it will cost to fly to Tristan da Cunha. Then go to a bank right away. Get all the information needed to wire the money to you.” Can you do that in two hours?”
“I think so,” Edgar said.
“Call me as soon as you have the information. Take care.”
Brain disconnected the call.
“Brain,” Tom said, “can we be in San Jose, Costa Rica in two hours?”
“With a good tailwind,” Brain quipped.
