Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones
© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott
Chapter Twenty-Six
Candy ran out of her Parlor after answering the phone, hunting her sister Penny. She found her playing with the baby, giggling and laughing at the childs playful antics. “Penny” she almost yelled, catching her sisters attention instantly. “Bad accident at home. Sara’s been transferred to Vermilion city by plane. The Doctors say she needs you now.”
Penny, after a single silent moment of thought, passed out and fell to the floor next to Candy’s baby.
She woke on her sisters sofa with Candy trying to get her to drink some water. “Come on, just a sip” her sister was saying as Penny’s mind returned to reality.
“Sara” Penny gasped, nearly drowning as Candy accidently dumped half the glasses contents down her throat. “I have to get to her. Bus station...” Still sputtering, clearing her lungs of the burning water Penny sat up with her sisters help.
“Train, the weather has turned stormy. Even the Festival is called off today” Candy corrected. “By train you’ll be there in two days, the bus will take five days at least, maybe seven.”
“I’ll need money for the ticket” Penny admitted sheepishly as she tried to brush off the water from her blouse. “If you can loan me some I can repay you after the first when Sara gives me... Oh God Sara.” She went into a crying mode again.
“Just stay here love. I’ll pack your bags dear. John, John I need you to get the car ready.”
“Already done dear” the big mans voice answered as he came from the garage. “I’ll help you pack her things.”
Three hours later Penny found herself on a train headed directly to Vermilion City. It was the express and had been expensive, but her sister had a rather large rainy day fund. As the train plowed through miles after mile of building storm a heartbroken Penny could only think that, if you had a rainy day fund today was the day to use it. Thirty-seven hours to her destination, then who knew how long to the Hospital. John had shoved some money in her purse but Penny had been much too distraught to even thank him, much less wonder how much he had given her. All she could do was sit, and worry.