“Girls, over here.”
Sher squinted in the bright sun.
“Over here.” Jacob waved. He stood next to Darren, who was talking to a man in bell bottom jeans and long brown side-burns.
“Jacob?” Kris asked.
Jacob bobbed between the crowd, now packed shoulder to shoulder, fists raised, shouting, “No more war!”
“Hi!” Jacob’s smile was wide. He bopped up to the girls.
Sher motioned for them to move to the edge of the crowd. The girls and boy cut through the hippies until they were at the fringes of the rally.
“So,” Jacob shouted. “Where’d you go? Why’da leave me?”
“You walked off,” Sher said, her eyes following a sparrow as it disappeared into the shaking leaves of a cottonwood tree.
“No, no, no, no!” Jacob stomped the back of his heel on the dirt. “I came back and you were gone.”
“We waited
