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Cody Quarterline part XIV: Cody deals with Frannie

The Cody Quarterline story began in April of 2005, as a spoof article. Since then, it’s been passed around from one volunteer tale-spinner to another. Each new author has freedom to do whatever he/she likes with Cody, and the tale has taken some strange twists over the years. We still don’t know what’s going on! We do know, however, that we’ve got some creative people in town with time on their hands and maybe a few too many Mickey Spillane movies under their belts.


Part XIV
by Angela Schilz

Cody needed to leave fast and to do that he would need a car (a truck would be even better) and a cooler for the sandwiches. He didn’t have time to make his own sandwiches and he couldn’t go back to the hotel without bringing Frannie, so he would have to bring her along too. Cody’s wishes were answered by some trusting tourist who had left a Ford F-150 running in the parking lot. Cody ran to the room, grabbed the sandwiches and Cheyenne (or Frannie or whoever she was), left some money for the room on the dresser and headed for the already running vehicle.

When the sun finally went down, Cody was able to breathe. His ease had nothing to do with the darkness; no, it was the fact that Frannie had fallen asleep. “Do clones really sleep?” Cody thought, but Cody couldn’t trouble himself with these thoughts now. He had to concentrate and if he had any distractions…well he didn’t know what would happen, he had never had to concentrate before.

Cody continued driving in silence, waiting for mile marker 54 where he knew he would have to turn onto a dirt road that was almost impossible to see. Cody grabbed a sandwich, being careful not to wake Frannie. He thought it might help him focus, or at the very least keep him awake and provide some noise.

After four hours of driving they were almost there, only three miles left. The sandwiches had served their purpose and kept him awake. They were also delectable; was there MSG in the dressing or was Frannie just that good? Cody didn’t know what had compelled him to eat all 32 finger sandwiches until he hit mile marker 52. Only 2 miles left and he knew he wasn’t going to make it. Frannie had drugged the sandwich, that’s why they were so good. He had thought he could stop drugs from affecting his mind, but he forgot that Rojie was a medicine man. Whatever Frannie had put into the sandwiches was hitting him and causing the road to swim in front of him.

That was when Frannie woke up – clones don’t sleep, Cody had been set up again. He should have just gotten deli sandwiches, he should have left that imposter in the hotel, but it was all too late now. Cody was on this ride and there was no getting off.

Just before he hit mile 54, Frannie turned and looked directly at him. Those piercing black eyes hardly resembled Cheyenne’s and Cody wondered how he had ever thought this imposter was his beautiful fiancée. Then she started to speak, but it wasn’t Cheyenne’s voice, no, it was Rojie. Of course! How could Cody have been so stupid, Frannie couldn’t be that good, she was merely a clone and another pawn in Shirley’s sick game.

Out of Frannie’s mouth, in Rojie’s thick accent, came Cody’s only chance for survival. One piece of advice that could save him, “u got to free ur self in to’t mon.” That was all Cody needed. He was back just in time to slam on the breaks and take a sharp left onto the dirt road that he could hardly see.

It was as if he were part of a river. Cody had followed Rojie’s instructions and he knew (perhaps for the first time in his life) exactly what was going on. He hadn’t been set up, the Belizean medicine man had the answers and he was sick of being a pawn. Rojie had used Frannie to get to Cody so that he could get out of this mess.

Frannie!!! What was he going to do about Frannie? Cody saw his chance to get rid of her. A bison was charging straight for the road in front of them. If Cody could time it right he could bail out just before the bison hit the truck and Frannie sitting in the passenger seat. The animal was closing in and the collision was going to be timed perfectly. 3…2…1… Cody jerked open his door and did a perfect barrel roll out of the truck and into the grass lining the road. He turned just in time to see the bison hit the truck flipping it one, two, three times.

Cody slowly approached the truck which had rolled enough to land up-right. Frannie appeared to be unconscious. Even if she hadn’t died this would give Cody plenty of time. He wasn’t far from Rojie’s camp but it was so late it was getting to be early, and Cody had to get there before sunrise.

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