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[at-l] "I'll see you later"
- Subject: [at-l] "I'll see you later"
- From: AThiker at smithville.net (Felix)
- Date: Wed Apr 13 22:51:55 2005
The day could not have been more perfect. The cool breeze blew through
sun-warmed air and every leaf in town danced to its song. Big, white
clouds occasionally cast their shadows on the sidewalk as they floated
across the blue sky, headed no where.
Mrs. Purtlebaugh was inside getting dressed. Perfume and laughter filled
the air and she was headed somewhere.
"Will you be alright alone for a while?" she asked through the front
screen door. "I have to get there early to help set up the tables."
"Yeah, I guess," I said, having no clue what could possibly go wrong
with me laying on the porch watching the sky through the swaying limbs
of a maple tree.
"Okay, then." A moment later I could hear her voice in the backyard
talking to Mrs. Thacker. I couldn't understand the words, but I knew
they were saying something good.
I was watching a wasp darting back and forth along the eaves as Mrs.
Purtlebaugh and her Dodge Dart creaked they're way into the street. This
was as close to being in a hurry as Mrs. Purtlebaugh had ever been.
She wanted to make sure that all the red paper plates were put on the
tables with white tablecloths. And, that all of the cups and spoons and
forks were blue. When she cared about something, she cared about it with
all of her being. There was importance in it somewhere, and the good in
that was everywhere.
When the breeze blew just right, I could hear the band at the high
school practicing. At least I thought they were practicing. I heard
horns and drums and sometimes whistles, but it didn't sound like a song
I knew Ken Benson. But, not his bother, Vincent. Vincent had been gone
for a while. I'd seen his sister, Carol, driving his old pick-up truck
once in a while. I knew it was his because of the 'VLB' on the front
license plate. She could barely see over the steering wheel.
There were signs about town, in front yards and store windows. Even the
marquee at the Indiana Theatre said something about it. Vincent was
coming home from where ever he'd been. People seemed to be pretty happy
Felix J. McGillicuddy
ALT '03 KT '03