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"I feel so nervous," Goldie mumbled, as Terry was driving the group to Lou's Cafe.
"Try not to fret, Goldie," Terry replied, reassuringly. "Anyway, you said that Sarah works there, right? Sarah seems like a very sweet girl. So you'll have company."
"It's quite wonderful how her mother has had more of an influence on her," Carol added. "You know how, in Sunday School, we are taught that we should obey our parents? When it comes to things like this, though, then I have some issues."
"Yeah, I sure see what you mean, Carol," Terry said, nodding. "It's especially true of cases where parents teach their children that just simply staying away from coloured people isn't enough, and that the children should actively hate those people."
"It's rather awful how some parents teach their children to hate other people," Marty commented, shaking his head. "What happened to values, like 'treating other people the same way you like to be treated'? Do they actually teach the children that it only applies to people who are the same race as you? I just don't understand!"
"Well, it people like you that keep me from losing all hope in humanity," Goldie said, sighing. "I guess we're at the cafe, now. I guess we have a few minutes to spare."
Marty swallowed deeply, as everyone stepped into the cafe. He smiled at Sarah, who was working behind the counter - and she smiled back. Marty began feeling nervous, when he saw Lou Carruthers standing behind the counter.
"It's nice that you've made it, Goldie," Lou commented, flatly. "You can head into the back, punch your time card, and then you can start wiping off the tables."
"You've got it, Mr. Carruthers," Goldie replied, smiling, as he stepped into the back.
Marty, Terry, and Carol went to grab the seat by one of the booths. Lou walked up to hand out menus to everyone. Marty wasn't sure if he'd have the appetite to eat.
"So I heard Jill broke up with Dr. Brown in the worst way possible?" Carol asked.
"That's it, in a nutshell," Marty replied, grimly. "She actually told him how he was a freak, and she also insisted that most people in this town do hate him. To pour salt into the word, when Doc tried to deny that - she accused him of wearing blinders."
"That is so mean!" Terry said, angrily. "Well, he needs anyone to talk to, he could always talk with us. So what about little Jimmy? How's he doing these days?"
"He's become good friends with George McFly and his friends," Marty explained. "He was a bit worried how he might not be able to make any friends, but the kids are all very nice to him. Dr. Brown really knows how to bring out the best in everyone."
Just then, a gang of boys stepped into the cafe. Marty swallowed hard, as he noticed that one of the boys looked strangly familiar to him. It must be Russ Unger.
"Hey, Wilson!" called out Russ, in a menacing voice. "Just what do you think you're doing here?" When Goldie just remained silent, Russ grabbed him by his collar and he demanded, "Hey, spook, I'm talking to you! Just what are you doing here?"
"I'm working here," Goldie replied, firmly. "How is that any of your concern?"
"How did you get Old Man Carruthers to change his mind?" challenged Russ. He then turned to Marty and his group, and said, "All right, you punks! What is your secret?"
"So what the hell are you even talking about?" Marty demanded, as he stood up to Russ. "Just what do you have against Goldie, anyway? He's a very nice man. What do you have against him, anyway? Why don't you jerks just leave him alone?"
"What's it to you, punk?" Russ asked, as he stood up to Marty. "Who the hell are you, anyway? Since when are you friends with Goldie Wilson, anyway?"
"Since about two days go," Marty said, as he stared as Russ, challengingly.
"All right, punk!" snarled Russ. "You're asking for it! Now you're gonna get it."
"Whoa, whoa, Russ," Marty asked, pointing his finger behind Russ, "what's that?"
As Russ turned his head, Marty punched him out. Marty quickly pushed past Russ's gang, as he ran out of the cafe. He should have guessed that this would happen.
Russ then stood back up, and he turned to his gang and said, "Go get him!"
Russ and his gang ran out of the Cafe, as they began to chase Marty. Marty ran with all of his might, as he looked around for a transportation aid. After he finally found a large of marbles, he remembered an old trick and threw it in front of the gang.
"Have a nice trip!" Marty called out, as the gang members all tripped. "See you next fall!" Marty quickly ran back into the cafe, where his friends were waiting for him.
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"Hello, boys!" called out Mrs. McFly, as Jules and his friends walked up to the house.
"Hello, Mrs. McFly," Jules replied. "How has your day been? We got to work on some art projects in school, today. We got to make some suncatchers."
"That's quite nice!" Mrs. McFly replied, as the boys held them up. "Anyway, George, your dad and I have a meeting that we need to attend. Your Grandpa William came here, though. You boys be sure to mind him - and do whatever he says, okay?"
"We will, Mom," George replied, smiling. Turning to Jules, George said, "Grandpa William is a very nice man. I think you'll really like him!"
"Hello, boys!" called out a friendly-looking old man, with his grey hair combed in a stylish manner. Turning to Jules, he asked, "What might your name be, fella?"
"Uh, my name is Jimmy Page," Jules replied, nervously. "I met George on Monday."
"He's staying with Dr. Brown," Lester added. "He's a very smart boy, and he is very fond of science. By the way, you should see the suncatchers that we did in school."
"Wow!" gushed William, as he took a close look at the suncatchers. "Those are all so beautiful! Dr. Brown sounds like a wonderful fellow. You know, he really reminds me of that man who was married to my childhood teacher, Clara Brown."
Jules heart suddenly skipped a beat, as soon as William mentioned his father.
"I'm sure Clara Brown was a great teacher," Jules commented, as he felt uneasy.
"I just realized why you look so familiar to me," William replied, as he scooped up Jules and put the young boy on his lap. "You look quite like that little boy who was the elder son to the Browns. His name was Jules Brown. He was very smart, too."
Jules suddenly felt quite nervous. He realized how this old man was the same boy he had played with just a little less than a year ago, back when his family was still living in the Old West. That very idea seemed rather surreal to him.
"Uh, yeah, that's very nice," Jules replied, nervously. "The Browns must have been big Jules Verne fans, I take it. He's one of my absolute favourite authors, in fact."
"They certainly were," William said, warmly. "Verne was their younger son. I was only eight years old when the Browns left, but I will never forget Clara Brown."
"Hey, Grandpa William," Lester said, smiling. "Could we bake some cookies?"
"You know, I have an even better idea!" William said, with a big smile. "Why don't I cook you boys some very special pancakes? It is that recipe that was handed down from my father. Everyone in town loved the pancakes that he would cook."
"Tha sounds like a great idea, uh, Grandpa William," Jules replied. He remembered having some of Seamus' pancakes back in the Old West. "I love pancakes!"
"What was your father like, Grandpa William?" Billy asked. "Is he still alive?"
"Unfortunately, no," William replied, as his expression turned sad. "He passed away many years ago. He was always a nice fellow, and he never spanked us. He always believed in gentle and more loving forms of discipline. In fact, he made me the sort of person that I am today. I was never the kind of person to get into a fight."
"I don't get into fights, either, Grandpa William," George replied, smiling. "There is this one boy who's one grade higher than us. His name is Biff Tannen. He's quite a mean person, and he picks on people who are shorter than him."
"I believe he takes after Buford," William said, shaking his head. "His daughter, Tiff, was sure a nice girl. She now goes by the name of Gertrude. The poor woman must have a rather tough life. Ever since that nasty man took advantage of him."
"What does it mean to take advantage of someone?" George asked, confused.
Jules swallowed deeply, as he knew what "taking advantage" meant. He remembered Tiff Tannen from the Old West, and his heart really went out to that blonde girl.
"Well, it's not something that you really need to know," William replied. "Come on, now! Let's go make some pancakes, shall we? It's my special recipe."
Jules and the other boys cheered with excitement, as they went to join William in the kitchen. His heart was aching for that poor girl who was once his friend.