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Sammy Brown, winner of the first junior sailing regatta for kids, ages twelve to fourteen, is walking on air Tuesday, after being absent the previous day, due to the race. Miss Wickware, her history teacher, asks Sammy to stay after class because she needs to draw a subject out of a box and give an oral report on the drawn subject.
“UHG” History and Sammy are not friends, but her good mood won’t be dampened until a fall and a bump on the head sends her back to 1814. It’s her expertise in sailing that allows her to help an American hero rescue an imprisoned friend from a British ship that leads to a historic battle and a famous poem!
“Please, child,” Dr. Beanes said, trying to comfort her, “the bump on your head must have temporarily jumbled your memory.”
Sammy backed away, her body starting to tremble. “Don’t be afraid, child. I am Dr. Beanes and these are my friends, Dr. William Hill and Phillip Weems. We were on our way to my home. My wife, Sarah, can help you.”
“Forget, it!” Sammy shouted, hysteria bubbling up in her voice. “I’m not some moron that would just blindly goes off with three weird men, especially two that dress like my mom in shorty pants and foo foo blouses and the third one is dressed like some fancy, shmancy bell hop from the Hilton!”
“What’s a bell hop?” Beanes asked under his breath to nobody in particular.
Meeks was plainly taken back by her comment, while Dr. Hill blustered, “Foo foo, indeed!”
When Dr. Beanes recovered, he reminded his friends of her possible concussion. “Let’s all calm down. Now look…what is your name?”
She leveled her gaze at the three men before answering. “Sammy Brown.”
“Sammy?” the three men echoed in unison.
Even in her fear and confusion, that response got her back up. She stood as tall as she could, raising her chin in the air. “Yea…Sammy.”
“Where is your home, Sammy?”
She searched her unfamiliar surroundings and swallowed hard. “Nineteen West Glenrosa.”
“That’s odd,” Beanes said, looking at his friends. “You must be on the other side of the Patuxent River.”
A tear slipped down Sammy’s cheek. “There’s no river or lake by that name in Phoenix.” Her lower lip trembled, dreading his next statement.
The kindly doctor took her hand in his. “My dear girl, I’m sorry to say I have never heard of Phoenix. We are in Upper Marlboro, Maryland.”
“That’s impossible,” Sammy gasped. “I was just at my school. It was morning. I can’t be here!” Sammy looked at the doctor, begging him with her eyes to fix things.
Dr. Beans hung his head for just a second. “Sammy, I can either take you to the constable and they can help you get home, or you can come with me to my home. My wife is there and you will be perfectly safe until we figure out what has happened. Either way, you cannot be on the streets at night by yourself.”
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