"It took awhile," the woman listened to the woman say.

  

  "IT'S ANOTHER ONE!" A small towhead child with fine hair knots held the salamander-like organic thing in the air.  "Why does it only have two legs?" Asked a photographer. 

  "Isn't that the woman?" 

  "What woman?" 

  "The woman who had her moment of craziness on the trailer in the parade?" 

  "She was speaking for a lot of us.  How Israel was making us feel." 

  "She wasn't speaking." 

  "She was being symbolic.  But not lighting her self on fire." 

  Someone had said, (i)we're turning into our parents(i), but somebody else had said, (i)more like our grandparents(i).  "Remember those?" 

  "Either somebody is going to intervene or," an eternal team captain was fighting against his natural loud, "We're going to..." The sentence barely hung there before a woman said, not with sarcasm, but with the embattled show-voice like on Broadway, "She's going to have to be embalmed." 

  "The man is grieving." 

  "That's GROSS!" A woman said and asked to pick up one of the babies.