"Sarah, I hope your parents will be able to come too. I think it would be a good idea if we all got together and talked things through before going much further." David and Donny returned with a snack tray.
"Meanwhile why don"t you four take Donny and go to the museum. Spend the day, take notes, and explain what is going on to Donny. Take the snacks with you."
Telling Ramona about the sewing machine project was much less difficult than Delia had imagined. Ramona was, after all, the one who had been presiding over the emptying of supply containers. She knew things weren"t going well for the lot, and she understood that the Ring of Fire had changed things. What she didn"t understand was how things had changed, or what she was expected to do about it. Her biggest concern-terror really-was that as an adult she would be put in charge of something. That Mom was still in charge came as quite a relief.
June 22, 1631: Delia Higgins" House
The Partows had, over some strong objections, left Rachel at home with Heidi. The Wendells had brought Judy the Younger. While there was some discussion of the sewing machine project over dinner, it wasn"t till after dinner that the pitch got made.
"You four," said Delia, grinning, "take Donny and Judy into the sewing room, so your parents and I can talk about you behind your backs."
The kids retreated at speed. Which impressed their parents.
It can be uncomfortable, but still gratifying, to have a casual acquaintance spend a couple of hours telling you how great your kids are, and how much they respect you, complete with quotes of things you have said to them while convinced they weren"t listening.
Uncomfortable, because it"s really easy to remember changing diapers-they make an impression, after all-and forget some of the changes the intervening years have made. They sneak up on you. Are my kids really that bright, hard working, and mature, and why didn"t I know about it? Gratifying, because you want to believe they really are what you raised them to be, and it"s nice when someone else tells you that you did a good job. With teenagers, it"s especially nice when you find out that they actually listen to you.
At least Fletcher and Judy Wendell and Kent and Sylvia Partow found it so, probably because of those concrete examples from Delia:
"I never understood how the federal reserve worked till I heard Sarah"s discussion of the Fed Fairies."
And:
"My family have owned that Singer since before I was born. I have repaired it countless times, and I have learned more about the how and the why of its inner workings in the last few days than I had learned in the preceding fifty-nine years, mostly from Brent and Trent. I"ve watched Brent sketch out a machine to build a part of the Singer-one that I am sure will work-and then seen Trent tear apart the design and add or change details that make it work better. It"s been a privilege to watch the kids work."
For the next four days, as the parents had time to look them over, the kids showed their parts of the proposal to their parents.
Kent Partow, a tallish heavyset man with sandy brown hair and brown eyes, was impressed by the work and the skill his twin sons had put into the designs. He told them so, briefly: "Basically a good job, boys."
He then spent the rest of the four days when not busy at work or sleeping telling them in detail each and every place where their designs fell short. The focus of his criticisms didn"t have much to do with things that would actually keep the designs from working. He readily admitted there weren"t many of those. No, he dealt with ways that their designs made extra work for the person making the machine, or the person who would be using it.
Mr. and Mrs. Wendell lavished their praise rather more generously, almost uncomfortably so. Certainly enough to produce resentment in Judy the Younger. Well, more resentment. The real focus of Judy"s resentment was that she wasn"t getting to play.
They did suggest several small changes, and one monster.
The monster was this: Normally, in a project like this, you would make your estimate and add say, twenty percent for the unforeseen. In this case, because of the fluidity of the situation, and the large number of unknowns, they suggested a fudge factor of one hundred to two hundred percent of the original estimate.
June 26, 1631: Delia Higgins" House
They met again for a formal presentation of the whole package. David was the primary presenter.
"The first and most important point, I guess, is that we"re not trying to just build sewing machines, not anymore. That"s sort of what we started out with. But Sarah pretty much put paid to that notion even before we were firmly settled on sewing machines. What we want to build is a company that will build sewing machines. The company will have two major branches. Outsourcing for parts that can be made by the down-time craftsmen, and a factory that will have an internal technological level somewhere between 1850 and 1920. With a few gadgets from later.
"We decided on outsourcing rather than hiring down-time workers..."
And they were off. Over the next three hours David went through the organizational chart, cost a.n.a.lysis, machines and tools needed, potential market, the works. He called upon Sarah, Brent and Trent as needed, to explain details and answer questions.
Their parents were genuinely impressed. The Wendells had seen the money end, but not really the technical end. The Partows had seen the technical end, but not the money end. And neither had seen how it all fit together. There was room in the plan for mistakes, and ways to handle it if things went wrong.
While the Wendells and the Partows had jobs, they didn"t have much in the way of available capital. Both their houses were primarily owned by the bank, and regardless of the kids" good work, it had to be acknowledged that this was a risky venture.
They would allow their kids to partic.i.p.ate, but could offer little more than that. Delia had been prepared for that response and was willing to support the project. She would attempt to get a loan. Fletcher Wendell would support the loan to the extent he could, but he could not offer too much hope.
June 30, 1631: Delia Higgins" House
David was sitting at the dinner table. "They"re going to fight a battle Grandma," he said, "Not ten miles from here. At that nearby town called Badenburg."
"Well, are you upset or pleased?" Delia wasn"t criticizing, she was just helping him figure it out. It was one of the things about Grandma that David liked. She let him feel about things the way he felt about them, not the way he was "supposed" to feel about them.
"I don"t really know." He gave the matter some thought. "I figure, the battle itself will be a cakewalk, and it"s kind of exciting. What it means, though, that bugs me some. We"re in the middle of a war! I worry about Mom. She"s not good at tough situations."
Delia suddenly realized that he was right. War! With refugees, armies and bandits, and generally desperate people. "These are the times that try men"s morals," when the rules get forgotten. They had a house full of things of value and a storage rental lot with lots of steel containers. People would want what was in the containers-for that matter, they would want the containers for the steel. How could she have gone a month without realizing it?
Before the Ring of Fire, Grantville had been a low crime area. They had been able to get by with a chain link fence and a padlock. But now the value of much that was in those storage buildings had gone up immeasurably, and as for crime, they might as well be in the Wild West, or next door to a crack house. It had been pure dumb luck that they had not already been looted and Ramona killed in the bargain.
Or so it seemed to Delia. In fact, the luck had a large modic.u.m of fear in it. To the people outside the Ring of Fire, it was a matter of dangerous and unknown powers. Who knew what might be protecting the storage lot, or any other property inside the Ring of Fire for that matter.
Almost, Delia rushed out to find guards right then, but not quite. Today wasn"t the day to go out hunting new employees, not on the day of the battle. Not when she had no way to pay them. Della worried the problem the rest of the day.
Up to now the storage lot had been a reliable source of income. A small source, true, but it had very little in the way of expenses attached to it. The lot was paid off when Ray died, and the only bills were electric, telephone, and taxes once a year, but with a guard or guards, that would change. With most of the containers not rented, it would cost more every month than she got in rent. Still, there was really no choice.
June 30, 1631: Partow House
For once even Heidi was quiet. Everyone was quiet. Caleb would be in a battle today. Brent tried to work on the gearing for the sewing machine, but he couldn"t keep his mind focused. It kept veering off to the battle. Logic said that it would be an easy victory. The good guys even had a machine gun, but people would be shooting at his brother, and Brent"s traitorous mind seemed insistent on pulling up every nasty thing he had ever said to, or thought about Caleb, and wishing he could take them back. Brent looked at his twin. Trent was probably doing the same thing, only more so. Trent worried more.
July 1, 1631: Police Station
Dan Frost was not expecting Delia Higgins to appear in his office the day after a battle; when he spotted her, his first thought was to wonder how she had heard about Jeff proposing to the German girl. She hadn"t, and Dan did not enlighten her. It really wasn"t her business and he wasn"t sure how she would take the news.
Delia wanted to know about hiring a security guard. It turned out that the battle had finally brought home to her just how dangerous the situation was. Dan had reached the same conclusion over a month ago, while he recovered from a gunshot wound. Experience is a h.e.l.l of a teacher.
What Dan desperately needed was more officers, but every business that had someone to take care of the small stuff, and to call his people for the big stuff, would take a little of the pressure off his over-stretched police force. Providing they could tell the difference, something he was not at all confident about. Still, even a presence could sometimes stop trouble before it started. After a little consideration, he found he was in favor of the idea.
Delia was concerned about the cost and figured that a down-timer might work cheaper. But she didn"t want to hire someone to rob her storage lot, and since she didn"t speak German, she would like someone that had at least a little English. She wondered if he had any suggestions?
Dan asked for a few days to look around and see what he could find.
July 3, 1631: Grantville P.O.W. Holding Area
Johan Kipper had been scared before each and every battle he had ever fought, and there had been many, but this was different. For one thing, this was after the battle, and he wasn"t waiting to fight, he was waiting to be judged. He was to be judged by a camp follower. He didn"t know the Gretchen girl well. Hardly at all, but she was the one to judge him, and that was scary. Johan was not a very good man and he knew it. He was a mean drunk and he knew that too.
There weren"t many people who were held in more contempt than soldiers, but camp followers were. They had been the only safe outlet for the anger he felt at the way his life had turned out. At least they had seemed to be. Johan was scared now, in a way that he had never been scared before.
What made Johan a little different than some of his fellow soldiers was that he realized what scared him. Not that he would be treated unfairly, but that he would be treated as he deserved.
He had started out as a soldier forty years ago at the age of fifteen. Absolutely sure he would become a captain. Ten years later, he had hoped to become a sergeant. Now, he didn"t even want to be a soldier any more, but he didn"t know anything else. His family had been in service. Servants to a wealthy merchant in Amsterdam. He had run off to be a soldier.
Johan was fifty-four years old, and spoke a smattering of half a dozen languages. He was five feet six inches tall, had graying brown hair and six teeth, four uppers and two lowers. He had the typical pockmarks that denoted a survivor of smallpox, a scar running down the left side of his face, and he was tired. Tired of fighting, tired of killing, and scared of dying.