The World comes Knocking. “Hello,” Johnny Taylor answered. “Mr. Vice President, we have a delegation
from Monsito. Do you have time to meet with them?” Nancy McCormick asked. This was the first time she had addressed
Johnny as Mr. Vice President. Johnny would make time to meet with them,
“Absolutely Nancy. Let’s have them meet with me at Sou’s. Oh, by the way, is Bill available for lunch? I may need someone to watch my back.” “Will do. Bill is home, he just got finished with a
class. Three more
Black Lanyard promotions today. He’s excited. Sir, we are now over twelve hundred Black
Lanyards. Say twenty minutes?” Nancy asked. “I have to get my act together and get there. I’ll call up Sou and reserve the table.” Johnny advised. The table was a gift from the folks in Riverside. They’d discovered John didn’t have a comfortable
place to meet 25 to 30 people at one time. They built and brought down a table with rounded
corners that could comfortably seat 30 adults. Sou had more room than tabl
es and welcomed
the big table, knowing John would be having lunch and dinner there regularly. John and Sou’s son George had convinced
him to leave Seattle. Sou was very happy to have his family safe,
“I’ll call up Bill now. Thanks, Nancy.” Johnny thought for a second and called up
Bill McCormick, “Bill, can you join me for lunch?” Johnny asked. “What do you have going on?” Bill could feel the concern in Johnny’s
voice. “Got a group from Monsito here,” Johnny
shared. The men who’d stayed in Omak
from the mercenaries
were fitting in very well. They had the local phone service up and running
most of the time and felt they could get another cell phone tower up also, “I could use somebody
to watch my back.” “I’ll be there in five minutes.” Bill responded, “You buy me lunch?” “Thanks, buddy! I will!” Johnny and Bill said their goodbyes and Johnny
started looking up what he could find on what was left of the internet about Monsito. He knew his dad didn’t like the company,
something about Agen
t Orange that was used in Vietnam. Everyone who handled it was probably dead
and everyone who got touched by Agent Orange had a medical problem that wouldn’t go away. Bill came into the bank where Johnny was. He was sitting at his dad’s desk. Johnny stood to greet his friend, “Hi Bill. You do that flying thing again?” “Yeah Johnny, you should try it.” Bill laughed as Johnny shook his head. They walked over to Sou’s Chow Hall, “Johnny
stopped and looked at the sign. “Well, he finally named it.” J
ohnny laughed, “Again.” “Truth in the advertisement.” Bill chuckled too. “Shall we play hard to get?” Johnny asked, and Bill nodded. There was a large group of suited figures
standing outside looking expectantly, “I’m John Taylor Jr. Vice President. You from Monsito?” “Yes, we were hoping to meet with the president.” The only man with a name tag shook hands with
Johnny and commented. Johnny read ‘Phillip Roths Smith, Director
of New Development’ on the name tag. John turned, “I’m sure Nancy can
schedule
you in for an appointment in two or three months.” He finished his turn and started walking away
with Bill on his shoulder. “Wait, we came over a thousand miles to
meet with him,” Phillip demanded angrily. “Well, your trip isn’t a complete waste,
you can make an appointment while you’re here.” Johnny turned and continued to walk away. “Wait, we’ll meet with you.” Phillip sounded defeated. Johnny turned to Bill, “Are you going to
have much time?” “Today is our anniversary and I have to
b
uy some flowers. Eight years today.” Bill looked at the Monsito bunch and said,
“If we can get right to business, perhaps we’ll have time.” Johnny loved it. Bill had reduced the importance of Monsito
to just ahead of buying flowers, “Well it is lunchtime. Sou’s special sounds good.” Johnny and Bill shrugged and turned back to
the Chow Hall. The single black man and the token woman were
both smiling as they filled into the restaurant. Both realized their time was probably short
as the rules of po
litical correctness were fading into the past. Monsito was part of the Eastern Establishment
and so far, had blocked with the help of other corporations, any return of civil order east
of the Mississippi River. There was a strong movement to form a corporation
with the directors appointing the president. As the party entered, Phillip took charge
and told his staff to move some tables together. “We have a table reserved already.” Johnny stood in Phillip’s way, “This way.” Phillip took up residenc
e at one end of the
table. Johnny and Bill ended up with the black man
and token woman on the other end. The other men in suits made the sides work. As they were seated, one of the wait staff
came up and talked with Johnny. He ordered a large bowl of smoked fish chowder
for each at the table. They were served within a few minutes, “I
ordered you our most sought-after delicacy. Fresh smoked salmon made with our local vegetables.” “Mr. Vice President don’t mean to correct
you, but the potatoes are
from Idaho.” Bill was trying not to laugh. “Well, that’s local.” Johnny watched as everyone reached into their
pockets and pulled out a breath mint container, extract a pill and wash it down with water. “What are you taking?” “Breath mints!” several of the men shared emphatically. “Just how dangerous are your GMOs?” Bill asked, “Last year, the Pope said that
GMOs were poisoning the planet’s food supply,” Bill supplied. There were several answers of denial. But from Johnny’s right came a thought
“Yes,
very dangerous!” “Both of our wives are pregnant. Are GMOs safe for them to eat?” Again, the consensus at the table was “Oh
certainly!” but both Bill and Johnny heard the thoughts
of the woman and the black man that disagreed with that consensus. “Mr. Taylor, what we came here today for
is to obtain your agreement to allow our products to continue to be used in the Western States,”
Phillip stated. He pulled a binder of papers out of his briefcase
and handed it down to Johnny. “Mr. Smith,
I thought everyone on the East
Coast was more formal. We do not call the Vice President by his surname,”
Bill informed. “Well, we on the East Coast are forming
our own government. Members of your government have nothing to
do with us. Johnny turned to Bill, “Do you have time
after we eat for us to take our visitors on a tour?” Bill looked at his watch, then looked at the
table, “Yeah, I think I can make it work.” Three minutes later, Johnny laid a silver
dollar on the table after looking at the
bill. He looked to Bill and both men smiled and
nodded. A second later they were on the catwalk on
the west side of the sun. “What is that?” Phillip asked as he moved through the railing. There was a rush to be behind him then the
railing closed and became solid again. “Where are we?” the woman asked. As Phillip exploded, the black man said, “That
has to be a hellish way to die.” “You’re correct. We think this is what our ancestors defined
as Hell!” Johnny shared. “What are you going to do with
us?” the
woman asked. “Take you to see God,” Johnny smiled,
“are you two, ready?” Bill helped Johnny get the group here, but
Johnny was certainly comfortable with four to God. They showed up and Gaia there to meet them,
“Hi, big brother.” “Hi, little sister!” Johnny gave Gaia a big hug and twirled her
around. She squealed with delight. “Little sister, this is?” He allowed people to introduce themselves. “Tanya Jefferson,” the lady shared. “Mathew Winston,” the black man held out
his hand. “Mr. V
ice President, is this God?” Tanya asked. “Yes, come with me.” Johnny held Gaia as he escorted Tanya over
to the surface, “Touch it and ask a question.” “I asked if I am supposed to leave Monsito
and join the new U.S. government.” Tanya was stunned, “You guys are in alignment
with God. Aren’t you?” “Two thousand years ago, my father was John
the Beloved. He is the Comforter. He is the President, John Taylor. He’s the one who taught us how to come here.” “That’s a myth from a book that’s been
edi
ted and translated hundreds of times. That can’t be true.” Tanya had a pained expression on her face. “Ask God!” Johnny suggested. Gaia started laughing as Tanya’s eyes got
huge as she went through the questions. “What is life all about?” Tanya asked. “God needs Christs. To become a Christ, one needs to graduate. Before we can graduate, we have to ascend.” Johnny smiled, “Jesus even told us to follow
him.” “What will Monsito do when Phillip and his
group do not show up?” Johnny asked. Bill and M
athew Winston had joined Johnny
and Tanya, “Monsito will send their investigation squad. They are licensed to kill,” Mathew shared
very solemnly. “How about you guys, are you safe?” Bill asked Mathew and Tanya. The two Monsito staff shook their heads to
indicate they weren’t safe. “Then it seems like we may need to go visit
whoever might come at us,” Bill suggested. “Ready to go back?” Johnny asked, “Take a deep breath.” The four were once again sitting at the big
table at Sous. The four ended u
p talking about what Sou was
going to call the dinner today. Sou was looking for his identity and he had
repainted his main sign six times in the time he had been open. Virginia was convinced Sou was dealing with
PTSD. She’d talked with him and felt he was on
the upswing and one day soon, a name would show up and it would stay. Mathew collected all of the phones left on
the table along with the briefcase and agreement, “These phones might come in handy. They open up doors at headquarters.” There
before Johnny, a package showed up out
of thin air on the table in front of him. Before Johnny had checked it out, an identical
package showed up in front of Bill. The packages were marked with a note indicating
that the boxes contained military-grade satellite phones. The notes denoted the phone numbers of John,
Johnny, and Bill and were signed “POTUS” in little letters underline with a swirl. “That is certainly your dad,” Bill stated. “How can you be sure it’s my dad?” Johnny asked. Tanya and
Mathew were looking on in wonder. “He’s the only man in the world who capitalizes
words that he feels are important and then would sign “POTUS” in lower case.” “What’s POTUS?” Johnny asked. “President of the United States!” Mathew and Tanya answered together. Johnny opened the package and pulled out the
phone accompanied by two batteries. He put them in and powered up the device. The phone came to life and Johnny dialed his
father’s number. “Mr. Vice President,” John Taylor Sr.
laughed. “Mr. Pr
esident. How long are you going to be with the Marines?” Johnny asked. “I’m done with the Marines. They’ve moved into Amarillo, Texas. In the process, we found thousands of phones
like the one you have. We’re getting them out to all the government
people now. I have a new aid, a Lt. Sarah Lopez. I think she’ll be very useful until she
meets Billy Nation.” John laughed. “Where did the phones come from?” Johnny asked. “It’s something Treece had done while
he was in office. They put up a dozen or s
o satellites all over
the world just for these phones. Can you imagine spending a couple hundred
million dollars on a private phone system? “No, I can’t. We’re having lunch with a Monsito delegation. “How’s that going? Is Bill with you?” John asked. “Yes, Bill is watching my back.” John laughed, “Twenty-six went to see God,
two returned. These two want to work for the people. The first recommendation they have is for
no GMOs and no Monsito pesticides. They are also suggesting Bill and I go to
th
e annual stockholder’s meeting in New York tomorrow night. There’ll be six of us -- three with Black
Lanyards, two with Green Lanyards and Bill thinks I need to be tested for Blue.” “I love hearing that son. Let me know how it turns out. Teresa’s number is 00004. Love you son!” John signed off. “Love you, Mr. President!” Johnny closed the phone. Just then, machine gunfire could be heard. Both Johnny’s and Bill’s phones went off. They answered Jenny screaming, “Come quick,
a bunch of men are tryi
ng to shoot their way into town on the Highway 20 bridge.” Johnny and Bill both stood, “Mathew, you’re
with Bill. Tanya, you ride with me. Come on.” Johnny directed. At the river:
Just before the shooting occurred, the young gang had completed bringing in 18,000 fish
in 18 days by way of the nets. They were cleaning up the workspace and putting
away the net just before they grabbed fishing rods for the day. There were no more ice chests, and all the
home freezers in the area were full. Sou share
d that he still had room in his freezer,
so he got permission to bring a stainless-steel fruit tub to be filled up with fish to be
served at his restaurant. So, for the last three days, the kids had
worked to fill up Sou’s stockpile and had a blast doing it. Word was that the fishing was going to end
on Friday. Even Frank Johnston had returned and was assisting
with obtaining salmon eggs for the hatchery. He liked to catch one every evening. He added it to the fish being smoked and then
made int
o chowder. Billy Nation had gotten the old fish hatchery
up and running. The artesian well had dried up shortly after
St. Helens had blown her stack in 1980. That day had changed a lot of the landscape. Many wells had dried up or gave very little. Tony was going to get a fishing rod when he
felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He looked around and saw a bunch of men watching
from the south side of the river. Tony handed the rod to his brother Ben. Steven and Ben had gotten permission
to be
here these last two days. Tony had woken that morning with a dream of
standing in a battle on a bridge. He turned and walked up to the bridge on the
north side. As he turned to step onto the bridge, he paused
and looked back to see Brad and Gloria on his right and Willa on his left. The rest of the group was following him, even
the little kids and the men and women of the ‘over the hill’ gang, including Big Henry
and Mr. Johnston. He handed Willa his cell phone, “Call mom. We may have wou
nded.” Over the past couple of days, Tony had been
taking everybody up to see God as evening classes. The young boys and girls were keeping up on
their schoolwork and learning all kinds of things. They had been to see God 14 times since they
started fishing. They knew they had to stop evil and this bad
bunch of men with guns was before them, so they stepped up to meet the threat. Tony stopped in the center of the bridge. The rough-looking men were bunched up about
50 feet away. The men were conv
icts who’d been released
from prison in Walla Walla. They, without knowing it, had followed Scot
Tennis to the little town of Omak. They’d started with over 250 and had their
ranks reduced to 178 when they turned on the guards. They had the time and manpower to kill all
the guards and take the weapons they found. The convicts had attempted to attack Mallot,
Monse, and Brewster, all south of Omak. In each of those small towns was a dedicated
group following the path of John Taylor. The convicts h
ad not fared well, and their
number was down to 99 men. With the arsenal they carried, they’d left
dozens of people abused, raped, and brutally murdered in their wake. When they saw a group of boys and girls and
just over a dozen old people, their assumption was this was going to be a cakewalk. The plan was to use a big slingshot and send
a glass jug of gasoline as in the Molotov cocktail. They thought the kids would run or die. The big slingshot was mounted on a telephone
repair truck and was p
art of the lift basket. Everything got quiet and Tony looked at the
kids lined up to the left and the right. He spotted his brother Ben on his left and
Steven Nation on the right. Tony took a big breath then screamed, “SHIELDS
UP JUST AS PAPA JOHN TAUGHT US!” The adults were standing behind the kids making
the second line. Some high school kids were here to package
up yesterday’s catch. They too had joined the ranks. “Your mom and Virginia are on the way,”
Willa whispered. Tony nodded and gave W
illa a quick smile. “We got your back, Big Fisherman,” Brad
spoke quietly, and those who heard him nodded in agreement. From behind him, Tony heard Big Henry say,
“Look up there.” From atop the truck fifty feet away, a big
man yelled, “We want to enter your little town, please.” “NO!” Tony yelled back, “Shields UP!” Tony looked up at the lift basket on the service
truck. The man in the basket was giving the “Okay”
hand sign to another man in the center. The man in the lift basket lit something a
nd
then he must have hit the trigger. What everyone saw was a glass gallon jug with
golden liquid with a burning rag jammed in the top. Tony and his adopted father John Taylor both
had a telekinetic ability, and John felt that Johnny had some of that ability also. Tony captured that jug with his abilities
and slammed it back into the basket. The fireball consumed the man in the basket. The screaming only lasted a few seconds. One of the men to Tony’s left opened fire
with his M-16. The rest of t
he convicts followed suit, opening
fire on the young army from almost a hundred weapons. The kids were not returning many of the rounds,
but one in twenty was finding the convicts. Many of the convicts had been hit more than
once, yet they kept reloading. Tony screamed “REMEMBER YOUR SHIELD. FOCUS WHEN YOU REFLECT THE BULLETS BACK. PUSH AND AIM!” Tony looked at the bridge surface and realized
it was littered with spent bullets. Tony also realized the leader who’d yelled
at him was on the ground
and not moving. The M-16’s started up again and this time
the kids did much better, returning around one round in ten back to the bad guys. Very quickly things quieted as the echoes
returning from the surrounding hills slowly lessened and then ceased. Some of the bad men were moaning and a few
were writhing on the bridge deck. One man stood up and fired off a full clip
of 30 rounds from his M-16. Five rounds were returned but before he died
there were two or three screams from the kids. “KEEP YO
UR SHIELDS UP!” Tony screamed again. He walked forward and turned around. Two men hurried by. They had 9MM pistols at the ready. They wore vests that had “SEATTLE POLICE”
on the back, “WHO IS INJURED?” “We got one down over here.” Willa and Gloria were off like a shot in that
direction to Tony’s left. From Tony’s right, he heard “We got two
injured over here. Both minor.” “I’ve been hit, but it’s nothing to
write home about.” Seth Wilson sounded very discouraged. “Are you okay Seth?” Tony asked.
“Yeah. Just a scratch but my camera is toast. I don’t know if we can replace it. I’ve got another one that’s in the car. It’s a lot older.” Seth sounded disgusted. “You okay son?” Tony started to tear up as he looked up and
saw Jenny, “Yeah, we got one down over there to my left, two to my right are wounded and
Seth Wilson has a scratch.” Jenny hugged Tony then went off to the left
and Virginia also hugged Tony and went off to the right. Ben, Steven, and Johnny all converged on Tony
at about th
e same time. Tony picked up Ben and Johnny picked up Steven. Bill McCormick was standing watching eight
of his guys all wearing blue “SEATTLE POLICE” vests holding onto weapons at the ready as
they checked each of the bodies. There were three more shots, only these were
to put the convicts out of their misery. Jenny and Virginia healed the wounds and afterward,
met with Tony for a few minutes, “We are going to head south to see if we can save
others.” “Be careful Mom. You too Virginia.” Tony yel
led after them as they ran to Jenny’s
new car. A few minutes later, Tony saw his dad and
a woman materialize right in front of him. “Hi, Dad.” “How are you guys doing?” The woman wore a Marines uniform and her badge
read Lieutenant Sarah Lopez. “I don’t know?” Tony shared. “Got the weight of the world on your shoulders?” John asked. “Feels like it.” Tony shared. John gathered Tony, while he was still holding
onto Ben, into a hug, “How are you doing Ben?” “Tony saved my life, he screamed out “shi
elds
up” just before the shooting started.” Ben shared
“Me too!” Steven shared. John put a Black Lanyard around Tony’s neck. He gave Johnny a great big smile and a wink. “Don’t feel bad boys, he saved my life,
too.” Seth Wilson laughed. “You okay Seth?” John Taylor asked. “No, I lost my camera. It got shot, damn it.” Seth held out his Canon. A bullet had gone through the battery compartment. “You got another battery?” John asked. Seth reached into his pocket and pulled his
spare out, “I have fou
r more in the car.” John went to one knee and focused on the camera. John and Billy Nation came onto the scene. Margaret and Maiden Nation were right behind
the two leaders of the people. There were close to 400 people gathered. “Mr. President. Is he here?” Lt. Lopez asked. John was finished with the camera. He was still on one knee, he looked up at
Sarah Lopez and laughed, “Sarah, I don’t think anything, or anyone could stop destiny
if they even knew what to stop.” “That’s Willa over there. She
looks just like she did in my vision. Beautiful young lady. Oh there, she hugged a man and the other man
picked up Steven Nation. He must be the chief.” Sarah was giving a step-by-step report. “Yep, there’s your man. Come on, I’ll introduce you.” John Taylor laughed. “Oh my gosh!” Sarah whispered, “Do I look okay?” John laughed. “Chief, I leave town and you invite a bunch
of convicts in?” John Taylor laughed. Seth was there interviewing everyone with
his digital recorder. John handed him his ca
mera. John thought the man’s heart might have
stopped. He’d certainly stopped breathing as he put
the memory card back in and then the spare battery from his pocket. He looked through the viewfinder, then lowered
it and sheepishly turned the camera on. Everyone was watching Seth as his second look
through the viewfinder he took a picture. He opened the screen on the camera and looked
at the quality, “You are an amazing man Mr. President!” Seth was smiling so hard his face hurt, “What
can I do fo
r you?” “Report to the world what you are seeing. Give me a call when you have some time. I want to bring you up to date on what we
know is happening in the outside world.” John shook hands with the reporter. “Thank you, Mr. President.” Seth Wilson smiled again. Just as John was going to shake hands with
the chief, his phone rang. John excused himself and asked the chief to
listen in. He answered the call from Jenny, “Hello
honey.” “John, we brought a family of four back
to life about three mile
s out of town. They have a 10-year-old boy, we think he’s
there somewhere.” Jenny was angry, “John, there is something
else. Our sheriff was notified yesterday by some
folks from Malott that those convicts were headed for Omak!” “Jenny, I have the chief here, tell him
what you just told me.” John handed the phone to the chief, and he
had Seth Wilson listen in on what Jenny was reporting. Jenny repeated what she had told her husband. “Jenny, do you have the names of who told
you this? Yes, I know
the mayor, and one of the Mallot
town councilmen and Bob from the County Board. There were others, but you didn’t get their
names. It doesn’t matter. If those three can agree to something, then
it must be the truth. I’ll give you back to John.” “See you soon?” John asked, “Okay, love you!” John hung up his phone, “Lt. Lopez, this
is William Nation. Bill, this is Sarah Lopez. We have a 10-year-old boy somewhere nearby
-- very possibly in one of these trucks. Please find him.” John directed. The
chief stood with John and asked, “You’re
playing cupid again?” “Sarah had a dream; she was being introduced
to a man’s daughter. The girl was called Willa. It was on a bridge. She was quite certain that the man would become
her husband.” “Billy’s wife died in childbirth. Look at them, they are going to get everybody
to help. I’m all for this match. Thank you, friend, John Taylor, White Eagle,
Mr. President.” “I was thinking, maybe it’s time to let
Billy take over the mayor’s position,” John sugg
ested. “Let me fill in as County Exec for you?” John Nation asked. “No, I was thinking more like Governor of
Washington.” John Taylor chuckled. “OH SHIT!” John Nation’s comment attracted both his
wife and mother. “What is it, son?” Maiden Nation asked. “John is thinking about making me the Governor,
mom!” John Nation shared. Margaret covered her mouth with her hand,
but her eyes were full of joy. Maiden turned towards John Taylor, “He would
make a good Governor for you. For all of us. He cares.
I’d vote for him.” Maiden Nation said, “I’d vote for you
too John Taylor because you care too!” John laughed and hugged Maiden, “In your
second life you will be known as the Wise Bear.” “Thank you, White Eagle, that feels correct.” Maiden Nation smiled, “Maybe the Very Wise
Bear!” John looked towards all the vehicles that
the convicts brought, “And Little Mother Bear is leading our lost child.” “She will guide the Big Fisherman in all
things. We need to make sure they are mated soon. For the Lit
tle Mother Bear will break all
rules to be one with Big Fisherman,” Maiden nodded knowingly. “Perhaps a marriage on Sunday?” John looked around and got approval from all. All parties present realized Bill Nation,
as well as Jenny and Tony’s siblings, would also have to agree. When 10-year-old Terry Thompson reached John
Taylor, John kneeled and hugged the little boy. The boy reeked as he had been locked away
in a metal box for almost a day, “Your mom and dad will be happy to see you again.” John
shared. “They’re alive?” Terry asked. “Yes, they are. Tony and Willa are going to take you up to
God. God will clean you up and get you into some
new clothes. Okay?” The boy nodded, “Are you hungry?” “Oh yeah!” Terry shared. Tony and Willa each grabbed a hand, and they
were gone. Bill Nation and Sarah Lopez came up holding
hands, “Where did the kids go?” Billy asked. “Up to God!” The chief shared. Just then four ex-Seattle police officers
disappeared with the bodies of the convicts. The many ot
her officers were moving the vehicles. There was a good place just south of the intersection
of Highways 20 and 97 to temporarily park the 20 or so vehicles. “How is the Marine Corp Mr. President?” Billy Nation asked. “We have a full battalion of the 1st Marines
trained, and they are stationed along the Alaskan coast with two aircraft carriers on
the way from Hawaii. The Marines are watching the North Koreans. A few more Canadian provinces have asked permission
to become part of the new U.S. and
are willing and have agreed to move many of their forces
into position to support ours if the need arises.” The kids came back. They were all dressed in Robin Hood costumes. The girls, Willa included, all had short yellow
lace skirts with a leather overskirt and matching leather vest covering a yellow lace blouse. They all had boots that came up past their
knees. Everyone had a pointed green cap. The boys all had green tights with leather
vests. They too wore boots. Tony and Willa joined the me
n. Billy pulled Willa away a bit, “Willa, I
would like to introduce Sarah Lopez to you. Sarah this is my daughter Willa.” Sarah glanced at John then said to all, “I’ve
seen this in a vision.” “OMG, I dreamed this too. We would meet on the bridge and someday I
will call you Mom!” Willa shared. She turned to call for Tony, “Tony, what
are you doing?” Tony was on one knee, “Will you marry me?” Tony was holding up a gold band with a diamond
mounted on it. He then proceeded to slip it onto Willa’s
fi
nger. “When?” Willa was smiling and nodding. “Sunday?” Tony asked. “Yes!” Willa turned to see the smiling faces of her
father and Sarah, “Dad, is it okay?” “Willa, we see you and Tony as adults. Is this what you want?” Billy Nation was hit hard as his daughter
slammed into him. She was still holding onto Tony’s hand and
Sarah was laughing as she helped him stand. Brad and Gloria were standing there watching. Gloria was looking at Brad very hard. Principal Parker was also observing what was
going
on. Gloria turned and gave the principal a very
determined look.
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