She'd never had one before. So when our mom wasn't in her rocking chair eating cereal, she packed lunches, dressed up "the littlest girlfriend" (the baby sister), and headed to "the woods".
Me and some our-agers beat her there. We stashed our bicycle motorcycles behind a giant spiderweb woven of tree vines. And waited.
Some of the boys working on an in-development tank to replace the one put back into action made wild beastie noises, out of sight but all along one of the trails, and we could see her swerving side to side as the baby sister said, "That scared me. That scared me." She was winded by the time she got to the web.
Oh yeah, a really full day of activities. One of those that had nobody eating dinner until Daddy got the whole truth. And somebody blurted "I saw Mom in fishnets."
Back in the day it'd be hot and boring in some dive. The gameshows re-running on a staticky or lining television everytime a jet flew over. Then some man, usually "a greaser" or "a suit" would enter and go over things (like the night before) in his head. He'd be trying to shake it off and have to decide hair of the dog or
Glances at wristwatches or naked hairy wrists and then a wall. Might recognize somebody of the few sittin' around. And there wasn't an official start to the day until somebody punched somebody in the face.
As "safety" squeezed in between the burbs and the cities back rooms were "tossed". A lot of citizens were choosing communication centers instead. "Yah?? Working TV?? In there?" Pants with polyester. Fashion designers yawned.
At school the lower level got taken over by grumpy, stained yellow and orange, dark and baggy eyed newspaper people.
Up on the third floor Sister Rose had organized Science and Medicine equipment and supplies (including Litmus Paper) shipped from Italy. And grownups and teenagers attending "night school" in some cases were developing forensic everything. From the money trails to stuff on a toilet seat, there was a "process" and hypothesis before anyone could whisper the word theory.
Parents would blanch and sometimes lose their "cookies" out one end or the other as they were called into "offices" to discuss this, that, and the other thing.
Because the wars had rolled into each other there were indescribable pressures on people to not only solve crimes, but to get our nation's integrity back. All along the way there were attending officials to make it known Our Heros were not at fault.
The tall auburn-haired woman in nurse's clothing stood in front of the open door. Every person had to give saliva and nail clippings. Every person had to get caught up on vaccines. Every person had to pledge allegiance, take the oath, and/or have a sponsor. NO EXCEPTIONS.
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