"Don't look at me," a normally tough guy ordered as the tears overfilled the brims of his eyes. "Me either," a mechanic's tears dripped through grease on his face and mostly collected on his chin. One or two tears dripped onto a motor.
Our whole family started crying. Afterwards we couldn't determine what set us off. We told others, "The family that cries together, stays together!" We hugged and cried some more.
Even the women with the clipboards, the really keep on schedule, never let 'em see you sweat, cried. There were tears on some of the lists.
A muscle of a man rubbed the rough skin on his neck from shaving without shaving cream. "Whaddaya think it was?" The world-traveled witness to the world, seemingly born "aged" journalist sighed but didn't cry. "Honestly, some of them told me." The man kept rubbing his neck. "What'd they say?"
"Some of the Greatest crashed the party."
"Do what?"
"Everybody was working really hard to impress. To rally. Then Senior said, he was disappointed."
"Really?"
"Far as I could tell it formed a chain reaction."
The man's hand stopped rubbing his neck and seemed to be thinking back on something. The journalist said, "That, and in my opinion, people shouldn't simultaneously talk up the end of the world and no strategy. But that's just me."
The man's hand came to life again and he wag-pointed his finger, "That's a good point." The journalist's hair was helmet-smashed and he had a dark colored bruise on his arm. "I'll tag up later. Do people still say that? I need to talk to some people." They awkwardly put hands out for a handshake but sort of missed each other's square.
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