The plight of over 400 children lay in the palms of his hands and he was sweating the idea. He wasn’t a father, had no children as yet but he’d been raised by loving caring firm adaptable parents who meant everything to George. Their ideals lived on in him though they’d been gone these many years.
The Langford wasn’t just any school. It was THE school parents sent their precocious children to with the hopes that their little ‘darling’ would become the next Abe Lincoln, Maya Angelou, or Albert Einstein. Angela smiled, ‘anything was possible’.
Brandon’s feathers were truly ruffled. What the hell? Optimum, optimum??? His work was always optimum. He gave 150% on every contingency for every program he worked on. It was a given. His supervisor knew that and had chosen him for this promotion based on his excellence.
Amos had often heard people speak of kindred spirits. It was an unfathomable concept and had been since he’d first heard the term. His sisters were all about kindred spirits. He hadn’t scoffed at the idea, but he hadn’t embraced it either. His idea of kindred spirits were people that had known each other for years and years and understood and accepted the other’s foibles. It was learned, it was habit.
He was a peculiar sort of chap
With his backward baseball cap
Raggedy jeans and slouchy top
And his oh so unruly mop
Some looked slightly askance
Wearily questioning his circumstance
Little did many realize
He was here to supervise
Although sporting the latest fashion
He was indeed full of passion
Carrying out his duties so well
Raising quietly an alarm bell
Should the need arise
He would could instantly revise
Instituting and creating a new game plan
As though he were a chameleon
Marty was a man of great depth which may or may not be apparent from his outward appearance. Some thought him cavalier in manner and dress but in fact, the was an advocate of respect dependability reliability loyalty and it didn’t stop there.
“Great!” Nina thought. Once again they’d rejected her proposal in expecting sweeping changes they felt would generate a larger profit. She realized they were all about the bottom line and making more money and it was understandable. Ameliorate! Bah humbug!
It was as if June had lived in a bygone era. Sarah always smiled because when she spoke, she used words that were rarely heard these days. Words like tarry, repartee, skullduggery, compunction, timorous, lithe, and tryst.
The difference between points of view on the subject ranged from minimal interest or disinterest to full-blown screaming matches. Dalia expected a mix from basic uninterest to a heated debate that hopefully wouldn’t turn into a full-blown argument.
Maggy didn’t like calling anyone old, but Mr. Watson suited the term rather well. He was grouchy, surly, uncouth, arrogant, independent and a bit of a jerk. She couldn’t help but wonder what he’d been like in his youth and whether-or-not his churlishness came from the inability to do all that he once had.
“Incorporate your love desires thrills excitement hopes and dreams and all will come to you.” That’s what the fortune teller had haltingly said. Although she’d never been interested in nor believed in fortune-tellers, when the woman had said it in a startled quivering voice, a cold chill had run full length down her spine.
Reg was ecstatic…he was going to Hawaii, a life long dream come true! It meant a whole new beginning. Putting the past behind him and starting a new life, at least that’s what he hoped. Okay, ecstatic was pushing it. He’d settle for relieved…
Hiding in plain sight usually worked. Nothing conspicuous about that, when done right. He’d learned long ago that attempting to look inconspicuous only added interest. Blending worked best and that was his current plan.
I remember a time when stories, tv series, movies and tv shows elevated the spirit, left you coming away thinking, “that’s something to strive for, aspire to!”. These days, it’s ludicrous. I don’t have a tv, and I haven’t had one (and cable) for 30 years. I can’t say as I’ve missed much after watching cable at other people’s houses.
Stella had honed her craft and felt ready to show the world. Anticipation held her within its grasp; it was as nervewracking as it was exciting. Those first few visitors responses would tell the tale.
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