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Albert's Doorway

┬й 1998 by Jerry J. Davis



When I walked over to Albert's that fateful day, I noticed
something was different. The house looked much bigger than I
remembered, especially the part where Albert's room was. It
appeared ballooned out, just that one room. Odd that I'd never
noticed it before.
There was a new sports car in the driveway too, a model that
both Albert and I had been drooling over in magazines. A red
Viper. Man, it was hot. It was also very expensive. I wondered who
owned it, because it certainly wasn't anyone in Albert's family.
When I rang the bell, it was Albert who answered. It appeared
he was the only one home. Like myself, Albert is a kind of scrawny
geek-looking teenager, with thick glasses, pimpled face, the
works. Albert wasn't wearing his glasses that day, though, and it
looked like his face had cleared up. As a matter of fact, it
looked like he'd had a nose job. And his build, the way he stood,
he seemed a bit wider, more muscular, like he'd been working out.
Odd, I thought again. I should have noticed the difference when I
saw him the day before.
"Hey, Brad! Boy do I have something to show you," he said.
"Where is everybody?" I asked.
"They're all on a cruise boat heading toward Hawaii. Come on
inside."
"But---"
He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me through the door. As
he pulled me past the dining room toward the stairs, I saw that
there was a huge pile of green twenty-dollar bills stacked on the
table. "Take some, if you want," he said, pausing just for a
moment. "But hurry, I've got to show you what I've been doing."
Not wanting to be greedy, I only took a few. Then a few more.
Then, well, there was so much a handful wouldn't be missed. My
pocket was bulging as I finally followed Albert up the stairs to
his room.
His room, I noticed, had been remodeled. There was no denying
it, it was much bigger than it was a few days before. And instead
of just one computer sitting on his desk, he had several
computers, nice new powerful ones.
"Remember I was showing you how I'd converted my Dad's
satellite dish so that I could use it as a radio telescope?"
Albert asked.
"Yeah. Did your Dad get mad?"
"No." Albert had a unbelievably huge grin stretched across
his face. "It was the best thing I've ever done in my life."