In short order people were raised b people who'd survived WWII, had watched in horror as the Vietnam War wasn't being stopped, were raising families of their own, and were daily up against a "mad" world inundating "nation".
One of the Dad's made it back from around the world to a father daughter dance. A girl he'd known in high school had left a lipstick kiss on his cheek and the color matched his lumberjack coat. He let orphaned girls draw a smiley face near the lips.
All six-foot-something of him stood to see his little girl coming down the church aisle all ready to go in the basement and dance. A far littler girl dashed at the man and pulled the elastic of a macaroni necklace away from her to him. He sat back down on the altar steps. "For me?" He asked. Her Asian parents were tentatively rushing to catch the girl when the necklace broke. Macaronis everywhere. And people bumping heads in the scramble to find them all.
The man's tears plopped on the church tiles. The daughter eyed him assessing...why. "What is it Mr.?"
" I, I," he slipped into sitting cross-legged, "Just. I love macaroni."
"He's tired," his wife said as she looked down at us all. "Too tired to dance. We're going home."
The daughter tied a knot in the elastic, her "brother" (since a month ago) used a big plastic sewing needle to thread the macaronis onto the now
"THAT'S TOO SMALL. SHE'LL SUFFOCATE," a small boy yelled.
"Bracelet," the brother showed by putting it on his own arm.
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