The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 16

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 16

Read from the beginning There are two kinds of people in the world: those who call him Ringo, and those who call him Reginald. His mystery seemed to grow, his story was woven into every moment. He was ahead of us and behind us, making plans, having them blow up in his...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 15

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 15

Read from the beginning My mood was considerably changed. I suppose it was the bullets whizzing past our heads, the angry French expletives, and our narrow escape that disabused me of my fancy for finding a cozy barn to spend the night. Warm or cold, light or dark,...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 14

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 14

The last orange embers of sunset were fading in the west when we crossed the border into Pennsylvania. Shadows were gathering and sight was dim, but we had clear sky with stars and a gibbous moon overhead. By the moonlight I could see the landscape changing from the...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 13

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 13

“There’s just one problem, Bo. We don’t know how to get there.” “We’ll head east and stop to get a map.” “Oh good. So you have some money.” She didn’t wait to hear my answer, which would have been that I had two dollars and fifteen cents. Starting the engine and...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 12

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 12

Uncle Ringo pulled up next to us on the motorcycle and removed his helmet. He didn’t bother with formalities, he just gasped with urgency, “Did you get it?” I withdrew the talisman spoon from my pocket and held it up. “May I?” he said. He took the plain wooden spoon...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 11

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 11

I was shocked and stunned and a little heartbroken. I spluttered something like, “What? You—? But! You don’t know how to—” “I said get in.” She cast an irrefutable upward glance at me. I started to climb into the passenger seat thinking I might die soon. She had brown...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 10

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 10

My father related the story to Officer MacAdoo. Mom and the kids were out, and dad was home alone. About an hour earlier, four Frenchmen in black and white striped shirts, red neckerchiefs, and black berets had barged in demanding to know where Reginald was. They all...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 9

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 9

I was really starting to get the hang of this car—starting, stopping. We cruised along with the wind in our hair at double the posted speed limit but there was no one around to notice. My anxiety began to turn to joy feeling the intoxication that driving an extremely...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 8

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 8

The engine roared to life like a rampant tiger. Birds fled screaming in every direction. Barn cats darted into holes and their blind kittens were sent tumbling. Even the trees wanted to pull up their roots and run, but instead just shivered in horror. All nature...