Uncle, Uncle, Where Are You?
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Uncle Banks grabbed Vera’s cup, and left his seat. He managed to get behind Malcolm in line. My uncle’s free hand went into his pocked and loosened the vial’s top. Then he took off the top. He withdrew his hand with the tiny vial still in the palm of his hand. He set Vera’s cup down on the counter and placed that hand on Malcolm’s shoulder. Malcolm had just turned off the coffee machine’s handle. He turned around and faced Mr. Banks. My uncle kept eye contact with Malcolm as he emptied the vial in Malcolm’s coffee cup. Uncle Banks spoke, "I see your flight has been delayed." My uncle put up a brave front as Malcolm was almost twice his size. Smiling, my uncle continued, "I hear Venice is nice this time of year. I hope you don’t miss your flight." Malcolm took his cup of coffee and replied, "Yes, Venice is great. I must return to take care of business." He then proceeded to the cashier and paid for his coffee; then returned to his seat in the corner, where he had been sitting. Uncle Banks pushed the handle of the coffee machine to obtain Vera’s coffee. He paid for it and returned to his seat opposite her. He set down the cup before her. Vera questioned, "I thought you were getting some coffee?" My uncle replied, "I was, but then I decided against it. I know I’ll have plenty on the plane." Up to this point Vera had not known that Malcolm was in the coffee shop, and my uncle had not seen fit to inform her. Uncle Banks kept his eye on the corner table. When he saw Malcolm’s head drop to the table, my uncle suggested to Vera that it was time to leave, and got up from his seat. Both patrons left the coffee shop and walked towards the seats that passengers use before boarding their respective planes. It was almost boarding time. In a few minutes the loud speakers announced the flight to New York. Vera squeezed Uncle Banks’ hand, then they both stood up. He turned towards her and they hugged each other. My uncle then left and boarded the plane. Vera watched the plane leave the ground She would now return to her own apartment. Vera noticed some activity in the coffee shop where she had so recently had coffee with Mr. Banks. Vera, being curious went inside. She went to the corner of the shop, where quite a few people had gathered. Security was there, and was attempting to move the crowd back. Vera did see a man sitting by the table. His eyes were closed, and his large mouth open as one security man had taken his head off the table and rested it against the padded side of the back wall. To be sure, Vera recognized Malcolm. She immediately left. On her way home she thought to herself. Yes, Banks is much more dangerous than Malcolm. How did he do it? I am sure it must have been him. I wonder if he is one of those professional hit men?’
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Wonderment and anticipation will grip the reader to ask, "Where has this author been?" The adventures of Uncle Banks are revealed, leading one to believe in time machines, time belts, and invisibility. Uncle Banks could be described as a modern day Robin Hood, as he distributes his wealth to the needy, that he has obtained in his frequent time traveling adventures. Various ladies are in awe of Uncle Banks' deductive powers, later they become concerned about his welfare. Almost from the beginning, one lady believes Uncle Banks is a hit man. The reasoning of Uncle Banks in unusual situations permeates this novel. Uncle Banks endeavors to rehabilitate criminals, and has his own ideas that will create within the reader’s mind a desire to ask for more. Twists and turns will boggle the mind in this fast moving novel, which has an underlying comedy throughout. Dual stories are intertwined with Arnold describing what happened, while his two friends wrestle with what is said, offering their opinions as to what will happen next.
About the Author
While in the army, Lou Arnold traveled throughout the country, finally going to Alaska during WWII. He attended Eastern College of Commerce and Law in Baltimore, Maryland, and graduated with an A.A. After graduation he worked at the X-ray division of Westinghouse as a cost accountant, then as a salesman for Jewel Tea and even for Montgomery Wards as a Credit Unit Head. Later Mr. Arnold went to work for the U.S. Post office in the foreign department. Eventually, he transferred to Baltimore Washington International Airport for the post office, where he checked to make sure that mail flown all over the world was loaded on the proper flights. After retiring, the author turned to writing, and this is the result of one of his books, Uncle, Uncle, Where Are You?