The man moved a number figure in a column

   The minutes might have such a notation.  Emptying the bathtub.  One man literally lifted a realistic-baby babydoll off the accounting sheets.  "It's not wet is it?" Another man asked. 

  Behind the fat tire mark rolled and baked into the red clay dirt were four confounding tiny wheel scrapes.  "It had to have been wet at the time," the reluctantly retiring man said.

  "One pencil mark?" The real Rhonda asked.  Robert stood nearby, tall and standing up straight as if in uniform, with the realistic-baby babydoll on his chest and shoulder.  His breathing slow and measured.  "That's more than I make in six months," Rhonda blew out a breath and patted and rubbed the babydoll's back.  "Yeah, but...." Robert let out a little bit of a can't make this up chuckle, but then apologized to the baby for startling it.  He took over rubbing it's back. 

  "Explain it again." 

  "Because it's funny?" 

  "It's so not funny." 

  "Tit for tat, the tariffs were like nukes on the books.  And with government more like corporation than communism, well

  "Nobody talk NDA, NGO, PITA, OR ABOUT THE RHOMBA," a person sliding into a neutral zone tent ordered. 

  "Yeah, so the weather in Latin America had changed

  "Point?

  "Point, no point, but it was like 

  "Simile or metaphor?"

  "Let me just say, um, because people are services and services are assets, as in a workforce is a vital chunk of the GDP, insurance having written off so many people as "liabilities" put most of the American population as "collateral damage" and

  "I hear you!  Take a hike will you?!" 

  "When YOU CALL THE MONEY STUFF WAR...."

  We took a hike.  All over the place to get out-takes.  Like we asked the guy in charge of confiscating the ice cream, What was in the freezer? 

  "What wasn't?" Was his response.  The ten sheets of inventory included everything from mascara to sperm! 

  We visited people still waiting for the gas to get to Tennessee.  A "fringe site"-- Not militia right?  

  "Do we look like militia?" A girl asked a close by person decked out in newly crafted leather gear. 

  "You look like you been here a while." 

  "And, maybe like pirates.  Who knocked off an iron forge." 

  "Or maybe a cast iron outlet store."  

  "Oh my God! Are those real eggs?" 

  "Where have you people been?" 

  "Hard to explain." 

  The woodsmoke veiled the sun on another day in America .