#TimeTravelingGhost Part 27: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part M
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #TimeTravelAuthors 8/5. Jobs/work in your story.
I raised my hand to order another drink, only to withdraw it when Emily said, “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”
She softened her tone and continued, “It would be best if you were clear-headed while we plan this.”
“Sure,” I said. “I hardly feel alcohol, but if we slip up, who knows what those rabbits or Emily might do.”
“That’s what I mean. You loused up calling her Emily, not Miss. Pang. Little things like that can get you killed in the spy business.”
While I couldn’t die, and I wasn’t a spy, Emily was right; a minor mistake might set Ms. Pang off.
We stopped talking briefly as the steward arrived. I ordered a club sandwich and soda water. I’d taken Emily’s advice: no more alcohol.
“So tell me about your secret life,” I said.
Emily thought for a minute and turned scarlet. Whatever she was thinking must be juicy for our matter-of-fact reporter/spy to blush.
“For months, I was convinced I had to take orders. I even asked one of the school nuns. I was sure I’d go to hell after necking with a girl in one of the bathroom stalls. It was my first time.”
I was taken aback that she’d share that while stone sober. My face grew hot picturing it. I even had a quick flash of being groped in a car by a boy.
“That might be too personal,” I said. “Ms. Pang will think I’m a stalker from her high school days.”
“Right. Sorry. Let me think. When I was a kid, I let our pet hamster out to play. Then a friend dropped by, and I ran out to meet her, forgetting all about him. Mom found the cat stalking Billy, and my brother got blamed. I still feel guilty for never owning up. Father could be mean when he was angry, especially when he was in the #bag.”
“That’s good. How about some follow-up information?”
“Let’s see.” She paused again as my meal arrived.
When the steward was gone, she rattled off the information. “Someone once climbed through my window and broke the little crystal swan my mother gave me. Who it was is a mystery, but I kept it to myself. I didn’t want my parents to know I could shin down the oak at night; the first time I got drunk was in Germany, when I was an exchange student—on cheap schnapps; Miss McGuire never knew who let the #air out of her tires; my mother gave me a stuffed bear, it’s still on my bed; my favorite film was Morocco. Marlene Dietrich in white tie and top hat was as racy as they come.”
“That should do, and you can stand behind me, feeding information if I need it.”
“Morocco,” I thought. “She at least has good taste. Marlene’s scene in the club was indeed hot.”
Note: From the next chapter: "I was possibly a professor or librarian."
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