"Now, get yer crap and leave the Good Book."
"But, but
"No. No.
"But
"But NO. NO MORE BUTS."
"SLAM IT AGAIN PARDNER AND I'LL KILL YOU"
"Third time this week I been called out this way to re-glaze that pane of glass."
The steam from the thermos'd coffee made one of the men sniff the air harder. That made him sneeze.
"No real
"At least we switched out the replacement with what's that stuff called?
A snarl. "PANES OF glass left."
"What are you so angry 'bout honey?"
"Don'tchoo honey me bitch."
"Girls. You gonna take a shower son?"
"Has everyone gone crazy again?"
A soft bass laugh. "Not everyone no. Just the people who didn't get any bacon out the pound."
"Okay. Water still rust-colored?"
"Well, dear, I take it back."
"All of it?"
"No m'am just the part about wishing I'd had girls instead of boys or could've been a good Dad if I'd only had girls
"Don't call me m'am Mr. It makes me feel old."
"Are you old enough?" He gasped and covered his mouth with a giant hand. She slapped at him. He pulled her halter top down.
"Told ya. Their ain't a mature person in this whole fucking county."
"It's a shame you think so. Hand me that 2x4 and let's get this going. It'll go great until people get sto
He put his hand over her mouth. "It is that season. Before they slave us into summering the summering."
"Must be awful."
"You'll see! No bed of roses around here any season, but just after graduation, whew, there's a stampede of coming and going. We never really stand a chance of getting ahead."
"One job at a time. Or you'll get like those younger people with ten jobs each and what did the young gentleman call it?"
The man sat up spry. "A young gentleman? Up here?"
"Overtaxed?! Like too much on one plate. Oversomething. Lemme think." She put the hankie back up to her face and breathed through the stuffy nose. "OVEREXTENDED," she yelled.
"No need to yell. I can hear you."
Someone sittin' sketching on the lawn square that wasn't mud got up and went inside. Couples inside the house pointed at the two couples outside the house. "That one can hear again already," the sketcher said. The man finishing his coffee tossed the cup towards the window so that it would fall short of hitting the window. Then he put hands in his ears, wiggled all his fingers, and stuck his tongue out.
"Maybe everyone has gone crazy again," the guy in the bathrobe said.
From inside the barn came a note: SUBJECTS THROWING WET DOG TOYS AT EACH OTHER
"Look out, I'm going in."
She'd crumpled the note into a paper grenade and threw it at the notewriter. "Give it up already. You're not a social worker anymore. And I'm not a nurse. And YOU," she turned towards a mud and water splat covered girl, "You're NOT Uncle Tito, you need to come out of the closet or whatever this is." She looked at the racks of laundered clothing and carefully stacked piles of stuff--islands in the flooded area. "What the hell is this?"
The unicorn crossed her arms and stomped a foot. "It's NOT hell. Fact, it's a fucking paradise compared to the "real" world."
"Everybody's Dad" appeared in the cardboarded door. "Holy shit. Wipes?"
Anybody coming or going with a shopping bag had told him it was wipes.
A guy working on the back porch said, "Looks like he's got a whole harem in there."
The bone-tired man turned and looked at the heckler. "Shut up or I'll shoot you." The people outside the barn grabbed tools and pieces of the project and moved further back. He went inside and closed the cardboarded door. "We need to talk. All of us need to talk."
"We're TOO BUSY."
"HIDING AWAY?"
"PREPARING FOR THE LOCUSTS. GO AWAY. Please."
He went out and pulled the cardboarded door shut. "Good news guys. The shrews are almost tamed." The unicorn threw a soaking wet dog stuffy at the cardboarded door so hard it bulged outward.
"You guys feeling sorry for yourselves or what?"
Silence.
"Maybe a little," someone said quietly.
"Just thank your lucky stars you're not in the Middle East."
"Oh my God. Are you Jewish?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. Who wants to know?"
"I'm called," she mumbled her nickname, "And reason I ask is because I am."
All eyes fell on her and some mouths dropped.
"Are there others?"
"M'am?"
"Are there other Jews that got evacuated?"
"It's not a closet."
"Did we say anything offensive? We usually do."