"Nobody knew."

  The woman threw another frying pan through the hole in the screen door.  "THAT'S A LOAD OF HORSESHIT.  YOU PEOPLE KNOW EVERYTHING." She hurled the spaghetti pot at the man.  A small boy went and retrieved it, brought it around to the clubhouse.  "AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT YOU PRETEND!!!  (i)PRETENDERS!!!!!(i) THAT'S ALL YOU PEOPLE ARE WHILE THE REST OF US SUFFER YOUR CONSEQUENCES AND SACRIFICE OUR CHILDREN!!!!" The woman hurled the contents of a drawer out the hole in the screen door.  "YOU RUIN EVERYTHING GOOD! EVERYTHING GOD GAVE US." She slammed the heavy door in behind the ruined screen door. 

  "You better get out of here Dick." 

  "You threatening me?" The man asked the kids standing around a runned-over bicycle. 

  "So you're saying he has his own political psychosis?" One woman asked another woman.  A girl child shivered and squealed at the word.  The woman nodded. 

  "That's a (i)strong(i) word Mrs. (i)what did you say your name is(i)?" 

  "Call me Julia.  But you can't call me on the phone.  At least not until we get through this phase." 

  "Does the phase have a name?" 

  "Why do you ask?" 

  "The children and I are working on words and expressing our feelings." 

  "That's interesting." 

  "It's helping us get through all this stuff.  Especially," the woman looked at a child's drawing in her lap, "Being (i)neglected(i)." 

  "Your husband?" 

  "Oh NO.  Not him, he's actually," the woman teared up, "Wonderful.  I'm very lucky.  I know that." 

  "There's been a lot of people just crushed by the war stuff." 

  "Mine's not military.  He's religious." 

  "And a (i)businessman(i)," said a boy in a suit with a briefcase. 

  "He works in the City." 

  Another helicopter flew down the main road to the Sound.