Okay:
Now I can talk about it. Finally.
An off ramp came up. I took it, rode across and got back on going home. Franks Fazer never ran faster than that last two hundred k's. Across the border and home again I pulled into our driveway. There were no lights in the windows, and when I walked in the house was nearly silent. Then, from upstairs came a faint sound. It sounded as if two people were up there. A chill settled in my gut. It couldn't be. Not Frank, not my best friend. But, but, yeah, he'd been there when I came home the first time. And they both seemed eager to see me go try for youth. Hadn't Frank nearly thrown his keys at me? The chill spread.
I stood on the first step and listened. Yes, noises, voices from above indistinct, joyful? The chill became a fire and I strode purposefully upstairs. To my right our bedroom door was closed, and from behind it the sounds continued. Now the fire was a blaze and I didn't waste time. There was a loud crash as the door slammed open, followed by terrified wailing.
There on the floor sat two small figures, a girl and a boy. One draped in what appeared to be Julie's dress, the other in jeans and a t-shirt that would fit an adult. I looked closer and recognised a near infant Julie, and a very young Frank. It seems Einstien had made a small mistake. I hadn't become younger, Julie and Frank had.
What could I do? In a daze I slipped them into the bed, quieted them down and watched as they fell asleep. Then, after gassing the Fazer I took a long, fast ride back down the autobahn. It was nearly daylight when I finally came back.
Now, weeks later, as I ride Frank's Fazer it sometimes crosses my mind - where did they go? After all, when I got home after my next ride there was nothing in the bed except a dress, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Where did they go? I may never know.
