Re: Cantankerous | 7-28-2020 | Lunchtime
Forge smiled more earnestly than he had in quite a while at Giosetta’s badly-formed salute and well-formed allusion to Homer. “You’re just the right kind of odd, Marchetti,” he informed the doctor and gave her hand an appropriate shake before he let go. “I think the Golden Fleece was protected by a dragon that curled up under a tree,” he said, and his mind traveled back two minutes earlier when Jo mentioned the Ouroboros. “But I could be wrong, I haven’t taught history in a while,” the retired teacher admitted and stepped back toward the computer panel when it chimed into the conversation. The diagnostic had been finished and he noticed the date of the previously completed test. It was by Dom, a week ago. He had a suspicion that perhaps his calendar had been tinkered with by a particular tinker fairy. And he didn’t mean Morgan.
“Listen, if we’re going to coordinate this effort,” Jon started, his attention now refocused on Jo. “We should make plans to compare notes ever so often,” Forge’s phone re-emerged, and he tapped until the last text message he sent Jo was visible. He then typed a new phone number in and sent it to her. “That’s my real phone number. Save it and use that if you need to get a hold of me,” he explained. “I’ve got this family meeting to deal with and I’m sure that will take a while, but tomorrow maybe we can meet for lunch or even dinner?” He asked with pure and only mission interests in mind. “I’m a fan of that little Greek place in town or the Mexican restaurant Troy is banned from is pretty good if you want to walk on my side of the street,” Jon said, and wondered which failure thought sending him to Giosetta would soften him up for the family meeting. Probably Jimmy. Felt like a Jimmy plan. Sometimes they were the Gemstones. Too bad James would never know that it might work.