Ivory Iron Chapter 3 Frank got out of the shuttle van in Santa Fe and began walking to the long-term parking garage where his friend had his Jeep stored. He had use of the vehicle as well as the cabin, which was a good thing considering how remote the cabin was. ************************************************************* Working Overtime By Joel Jeff entered the parking garage to get his car. This garage offered valet parking. Jeff approached the counter. A girl was sitting at a desk reading a book; she never looked up at him. He rang the bell. That got her attention. “What do you want?” she screamed. “I came for my car,” Jeff said. “Can’t you see I’m busy?” she yelled. “I need to study for my test tomorrow! And it’s quitting time!” “Sorry, but I need my car,” Jeff pleaded. “I don’t have time. Go away!” she scowled. “Look Miss, either get my car or I speak to the manager!” Jeff demanded. “How dare you!” She hissed as she stood up. She was a lot bigger than Jeff had thought, and she kept getting bigger as she neared. He estimated her to be at least 6’6” tall, and she was wearing sneakers! She grabbed the ticket from his hand and looked at it. “Damn, this car is all the way in the back. Thanks a lot!” “Hey, I didn’t park it,” Jeff apologized, “you did.” She glowered down at him as she said, “Come with me. You can drive it out after I free it.” Jeff followed her into the garage. He spotted his car in the corner. Five other cars were in front of his. The girl walked up to his car. “Hey, don’t you need to move these others first?” He asked. The girl said nothing. Instead, she bent over and placed her hand under Jeff’s car. Then she stood up straight. The most amazing thing happened, the car came up with her! Then, even more incredibly, she raised the car over her head and tossed it! The car landed on the floor beside Jeff, over a hundred feet away from her! “Thank you,” Jeff said as he got into his car and drove away. ********************************************************** A car horn sounded. Frank blinked and looked. “My God!” He thought, “What happened? I’m in the middle of the street!” Frank quickly walked to the sidewalk. He didn’t understand what was going on, he had thought of the story based on an event, picking up his friend’s Jeep, but the event hadn’t happened yet. He stopped and thought a moment. He decided the story was no better than the others; it still wouldn’t work. A car that had been tossed over one hundred feet would not be drivable; the tires would be blown, and probably the springs and shocks would be broken. Frank shook his head. He wasn’t sure what had just happened. Perhaps he needed a drink or two first, to clear his head before picking up the Jeep.