Free TIME AND TIME AGAIN The sequel to 3037 by Peggy Holloway Page A
Authors: Peggy Holloway
the time I had gone through before. We didn’t know the exact time and, according to Irene, we could very well end up in a narrow area between the correct time and space where we needed to be and we would have to manually align it ourselves within the narrow place.
I didn’t understand it very well but Irene said we had to go at the same time and to hold on to each other.
We must have looked comical standing on the sidewalk in a tight circle with our arms around each other. “Now don’t forget,” Irene said, “You might feel faint but you’ve got to stay alert. Hold on tight to each other.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before I felt myself pulled into the strangest place I could have imagined. If you can imagine a cylinder within a cylinder but spinning in opposite directions, we were in between the two.
I didn’t expect the noise and I guess Irene forgot to mention it, but it was the kind of sound a strong wind would make as it went through a tunnel. Irene let go of Joe and we stretched the width of the space we were in.
Irene had explained to us that when she saw an opening at the same time as Joe they would put their hands in there and align them. It was going so fast, I couldn’t make head or tails from anything. “You have to focus,” Irene yelled, reminding us of what she had already told us.
I was glad I wasn’t the one to have to do what they had to do, but just as I was thinking that, it appeared that the two cylinders were slowing down. But they weren’t really because, if I moved my head the slightest bit, they would speed up. I kept my head staring straight at the cylinder that Joe was watching and suddenly I saw a gap.
Before I could warn Joe, I saw him reach out his hand and I saw Irene do the same from the other side of me, out of the corner of my eye. We came to a screeching halt which made me dizzy. I stumbled and would have fallen if I hadn’t still been holding onto both of them.
We were standing in front of the same club but it was later, in time, but not late enough. The streets were crowded with couples. The women were wearing knee length dresses with shoulder pads and most of the men were in uniform.
Everyone was laughing and singing and dancing in the street. Men and women were grabbing each other and kissing. One sailor grabbed me and kissed me on the mouth and I had to hold Joe back.
A young boy was standing on the corner with a stack of newspapers yelling, “Read al l about it, Japan has surrendered, the war is over, read all about it.”
“We’re in 1945,” I said. “We need to go to 1983. That’s when all of this started.”
Irene nodded, “We need to go back in, but we hav e to wait until tomorrow afternoon . It’s night time here now and we no longer belong on the riverboat. We need to find rooms.”
CHAPTER 20
I was dressed in the 1920s green dress Rita had loaned me, Joe was dressed like Yancy Derringer and Irene was dressed like Irene with the long jean skirt and peasant blouse and sandals. It didn’t seem to matter in New Orleans.
Joe had money in his pocket that he had taken out of the bank and some he had won in the poker game. He counted it and discovered he had almost $2,000.00. I thought that must be a lot of money in 1945. I had the roll of bills that Al Capone had given me. It was $342.00 which was a lot of money during the depression.
Irene told Joe to take out all the bills t h at were dated later than 1945. After he had done so, he only had $247.00.
We got a suite at the Roosevelt Hotel on Baronne Street and at e at the Sazerac Dining Room, then went across the hallway to The Blue Room and heard Leon Kelnor and his orchestra. Both p laces were full of military men and their girlfriends and wives. I also saw some women in uniform. It was an exciting time to be in New Orleans.
When we got back to the suite I asked Irene, “Why are we able to slip through to
I didn’t understand it very well but Irene said we had to go at the same time and to hold on to each other.
We must have looked comical standing on the sidewalk in a tight circle with our arms around each other. “Now don’t forget,” Irene said, “You might feel faint but you’ve got to stay alert. Hold on tight to each other.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before I felt myself pulled into the strangest place I could have imagined. If you can imagine a cylinder within a cylinder but spinning in opposite directions, we were in between the two.
I didn’t expect the noise and I guess Irene forgot to mention it, but it was the kind of sound a strong wind would make as it went through a tunnel. Irene let go of Joe and we stretched the width of the space we were in.
Irene had explained to us that when she saw an opening at the same time as Joe they would put their hands in there and align them. It was going so fast, I couldn’t make head or tails from anything. “You have to focus,” Irene yelled, reminding us of what she had already told us.
I was glad I wasn’t the one to have to do what they had to do, but just as I was thinking that, it appeared that the two cylinders were slowing down. But they weren’t really because, if I moved my head the slightest bit, they would speed up. I kept my head staring straight at the cylinder that Joe was watching and suddenly I saw a gap.
Before I could warn Joe, I saw him reach out his hand and I saw Irene do the same from the other side of me, out of the corner of my eye. We came to a screeching halt which made me dizzy. I stumbled and would have fallen if I hadn’t still been holding onto both of them.
We were standing in front of the same club but it was later, in time, but not late enough. The streets were crowded with couples. The women were wearing knee length dresses with shoulder pads and most of the men were in uniform.
Everyone was laughing and singing and dancing in the street. Men and women were grabbing each other and kissing. One sailor grabbed me and kissed me on the mouth and I had to hold Joe back.
A young boy was standing on the corner with a stack of newspapers yelling, “Read al l about it, Japan has surrendered, the war is over, read all about it.”
“We’re in 1945,” I said. “We need to go to 1983. That’s when all of this started.”
Irene nodded, “We need to go back in, but we hav e to wait until tomorrow afternoon . It’s night time here now and we no longer belong on the riverboat. We need to find rooms.”
CHAPTER 20
I was dressed in the 1920s green dress Rita had loaned me, Joe was dressed like Yancy Derringer and Irene was dressed like Irene with the long jean skirt and peasant blouse and sandals. It didn’t seem to matter in New Orleans.
Joe had money in his pocket that he had taken out of the bank and some he had won in the poker game. He counted it and discovered he had almost $2,000.00. I thought that must be a lot of money in 1945. I had the roll of bills that Al Capone had given me. It was $342.00 which was a lot of money during the depression.
Irene told Joe to take out all the bills t h at were dated later than 1945. After he had done so, he only had $247.00.
We got a suite at the Roosevelt Hotel on Baronne Street and at e at the Sazerac Dining Room, then went across the hallway to The Blue Room and heard Leon Kelnor and his orchestra. Both p laces were full of military men and their girlfriends and wives. I also saw some women in uniform. It was an exciting time to be in New Orleans.
When we got back to the suite I asked Irene, “Why are we able to slip through to