Chapter 3
1928, in a town in Egypt, specifically a cello shop
"The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowin' in the wind." Sang Fenchurch, playing the melody on her cello. This song she had never heard before but she knew it by heart, it just felt right to her. She was really getting into it and closed her eyes to fly away with the song when she heard a loud band and was so startled she jumped up and knocked over 42 cellos.
"Ford!" she yelled at her drunken brother who had startled her when he fell down, "Look at what you made me do!" She glared at her brother.
"Sorry Fenny, but do I have for a you surprise," Ford Prefect garbled to his sister. He reached into his pocket and realized that it was in his other pocket. He reached into his other pocket and realized it was not there as well and went back to the first pocket. He spent a half hour like this, rummaging through his pocket, until he scratched his head and realized it was in his hand the entire time. He handed it to Fenchurch.
"Wow, where did you get this?" She asked, while looking at Ford with an odd glare in her eyes.
"Oh, me borrowed it from a prisoner." "Well, I need to talk to him, can you take me to him?"
1928, in a town in Egypt, specifically a cello shop
"The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowin' in the wind." Sang Fenchurch, playing the melody on her cello. This song she had never heard before but she knew it by heart, it just felt right to her. She was really getting into it and closed her eyes to fly away with the song when she heard a loud band and was so startled she jumped up and knocked over 42 cellos.
"Ford!" she yelled at her drunken brother who had startled her when he fell down, "Look at what you made me do!" She glared at her brother.
"Sorry Fenny, but do I have for a you surprise," Ford Prefect garbled to his sister. He reached into his pocket and realized that it was in his other pocket. He reached into his other pocket and realized it was not there as well and went back to the first pocket. He spent a half hour like this, rummaging through his pocket, until he scratched his head and realized it was in his hand the entire time. He handed it to Fenchurch.
"Wow, where did you get this?" She asked, while looking at Ford with an odd glare in her eyes.
"Oh, me borrowed it from a prisoner." "Well, I need to talk to him, can you take me to him?"