46 - Kathleen
Of course, none of the angry young men were arrested for the invasion of property. It was painfully clear, as the police cruiser let their bus go, and the white sepulcher’s car, and the other angry young men’s cars. The neighbors actually cheered when the last of the protester’s cars rolled away.
By then, it was clear that the “spontaneous” demonstration had been anything but.
I promised myself to bring some flowers to Mrs. Harding, who was frantically typing on her screen, sharing the news among her contacts. I promised myself not to scold at social media anymore.
Sasha had come out, waving to the two middle-aged neighbors who were tsssking at the damage on the formerly pristine lawn. There were still loose ends to resolve, like the poor trembling woman in the clinic wit
