"That's what she said?"
"I've heard it was the end of a rifle that said it."
Giggles
Raised eyebrows
"Can't change us on that.
"So quit trying."
"So in that scene
"Right
"Wait, explain it slow so this one can character define, and that one can keep up with plot."
"MY therapist counseled to get into my life, not hand it over to....to Hollywood people."
"So the quiet one grabbed the rifle?"
"None of us are exactly Hollywood yet."
"Yeah, my husband to be, he, wants the reigns back."
"Who took 'em?"
"Stupid Feds."
Huh, someone acted shocked. "They were there that night too?"
"Possibly. But what I mean is that he's very independent. And it's like the aid people want everyone to be hooked on help."
"Hooked On Help, sounds like a book I could write about all this clean up work."
"Oh. Sorry
"No need. I'm getting used to being the fifth wheel. This creativity thing has helped some," He started to slowly close a notebook. A skeletal-thin hand put a wedge in the just leaving. The tenderness made the man cry. The man crying made a woman cry.
A group moderator-on-duty poked a head in the door but couldn't quite see that far. "You better not be talking politics in there."
"We're not, we're, uh, painting."
The door was closed quietly.
"Why no talking politics?"
A burst of held-in emotions came out in a laugh hiccup and then a gasp sucked back in. Not everybody knew. "I mean my mother has the same rule at her table but...."
"Everything's political."
"Maybe not everything should be."
"Agree."
A comfortable silence came over the room.
"You should see how people are using 'authority' against people."
"I see it everyday. I see it."
"You do?"
"Girl, I'm a little older. I think we thought it would change."
"If it's not petty officer fights, it's shutting the door on truth."
"And people can't seem to rise above personal stuff."
"That's always hard."
"Especially on businesses."
"These two people called each other out here."
"Yeah, there wasn't a paint not spilled or pencil unbroken when the table got knocked over."
"That sent a bunch of people into their 'bad place' and just about ruinted this 'good place'".
"Which we need 'cuz we're misfits."
The man's slimming from well-fed face sagged sad. "Misfits?"
"Well, by choice mostly."
"Yeah, it's not sad."
"Did I take it that way?"
"Kindasorta looks like it."
"Even my face is tired. Don't judge me too hard."
"THIS IS a judgment freezone."
"Why are you crying?"
"Why are you crying?"
"Must be the fire smoke."
"Must be."
Hands instictively re-opened notebook. "We've got some coffee left. Want some?"
"Real coffee?" He just let the tears keep coming out.
"Well, it's chickory from the Chicago Chicano."
The man laughed a little and the snots bubbled out his nose. "Hankie?"
Hands passed a clean kerchief.
"You feel tired."
"Honey, I passed tired six weeks ago."
"Are you also psychic?"
"Occasionally psychotic, mostly fragile and overly sensitive."
"Like raw?"
"When I was younger."
"Me too."
"Me three."
"I'm not old enough to have been raw and now egg shell."
"Egg shell. I like that. Can I jot just that down?"
"Do you mean empathic?"
"I dunno. Pass one of those dictionaries over here."
The door opened and a fireline worker in a totally blackened face sock came in kind of in shock. People dropped everything and surrounded her without touching. She put her exposed face, tear- streaked blackened around her baggy eyes into her hands and let it out.
She pushed away a hug-giver. "My breath smells bad. Real bad." That made her laugh. But her breath got caught in between upper and lower lungs. She pointed wide-eyed at the corner of the room and wheezed, bag, my bag. Someone off-duty from EMSing dove on the bag, ripped it open, found inhaler.
"SHE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE ON THAT SIDE!!!!!" A man's voice yellscreamed. And a wall of a barn shaking as someone shoved him into it like a hockey game body slam. A Chief pointed at the ground. The man sat down and shoulders slumped like a flour sack emptying.
"You," the Chief pointed at someone else. "Go in there and find out." He went back to the SUV he'd driven up in. "It's borrowed. Mine blew up."
In the early 1990's a lot of stuff wasn't as established as it is in 2025. As States and organizations we learned best practice on a lot of things by doing. Doing our jobs and pursuing our interests. After the storm and all during mud season and wildfire season (which was factually longer than typical) because of "factors" we also learned a lot from each other.
"It's sort of a cross-discipline approach," a steady-voiced guy with "feelings" explained to a group of people coming aboard situation about what all needed to happen with so many processes going on all around. "And, the public does need to know stuff too."
Somehow there was only minor fighting about the politics of everything. When lives are in danger is not the best time to protest, make points, push personal agenda. Better to coordinate, but not share PPE...Joe Shmoe never thought of it that way (didn't have to, someone else got paid to)....it's different in the mountains (well, some things are and some are not....
Trading information on the why's became dinner talk.