We All Still Love You Harry

     Bill was as tired as he'd ever been. He tossed and turned. He got up and opened the bedroom window wider to let in more of the fine sea breeze. All he could think of was Marta and the look she through him the day before they came up to the Mansion. 

     He dreamt of her. "I was trying to make you laugh. Sorry for bothering you. You're too good for me - snob." These things hit a critical mass and develop automatically. Neither Bill nor Marta had any control at all over what would happen next, because the two of them coming together had much more power than the both of them apart. 

     He had to take the Jaguar back to the cottage and bring the other girls back for the going away party Harry was planning. It was his way of sacrificing himself for science. "Look", he explained, "what's really important here is the holographic transportation of living tissue. Nothing else really matters." Evelyn looked at him and wondered what kind of late night movies he'd been watching. "You're more important than all of this Harry," and she meant it. This stopped Harry in his tracks.

     He had told everyone that he was going to use his transportation device to go away somewhere where he'd never be found and leave his discoveries and methods to his friends so that mankind could benefit from the vastly expanded potentials for distant travel, as fast and certain as electromagnetic waves. All he could do now was look at Evelyn. "I know you've transported those models, Harry and the Mansion and the Jaguar, and even us and the hotel rooms. You can give that all back and say you're sorry. Apologize to Ed and the others and let them have your invention for the security of the USA and free world and he'd be delighted I'm sure. We all still love you Harry. You don't have to run away from home. He smiled and everyone laughed. "Have a drink", someone offered. This would be one very interesting party.  

     Meanwhile, Bill had made it all the way back to the cottage and Marta and the two other girls were waiting with dinner. He smile at Marta. "I was dreaming about you last night." "Don't start with me again. Eat dinner, we'll go back in the morning." She turned and nearly smiled. "Look, I know I'm out of your league and I know you get this all the time. I mean, look at you, but I was just trying to make you laugh." "You're not out of my league Bill." She smiled, and that's all it took. He slept very well that night, and in the morning he smelled the ocean and breakfast and wondered if this was really happening. Marta walked into the room, very scantily clad. "Dreaming again Bill?" And she smiled. "She was so pretty when she smiled", he thought.