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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:13:07 GMT -6
Jack's War - Part 2
WARNING WARNING WARNING!!! THIS IS A VERY DARK STORY AND HAS SITUATIONS THAT ARE HARSH. SEX TRAFFICKING OF CHILDREN, VERY YOUNG PREGNANCIES, AND SITUATIONS THAT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. THIS IS A VERY MATURE TOPIC.
Tuesday, 30 November, 2:40PM
"Mr. Williams, the monitors indicated that you might be awake."
"Bright. Loud."
"Sorry, sir. I'll switch to the nightlight and speak more softly."
(Where am I?)
"You're in the neurosurgery ICU at St. Andrews. I'm Dr. Thomas and I repaired some of the damage done by the electric shock when someone hit you with a lamp and broke the bulb."
"Lightning. EEG."
"There's a statewide policy that prohibits doctors and hospitals from doing EEGs and EKGs during thunderstorms."
"Sheriff's Office."
"They aren't authorized to do that and they don't have any qualified people."
"Coal Road Precinct."
"That facility's been closed for years."
"Back road. Carbamazepine study."
(Throat's dry. Need a drink.)
"Let me help you with some water, Mr. Williams. It has been several weeks since you last spoke."
(Weeks? What's today?)
"You look a bit confused. You've been in a coma for more than a month. Today is Tuesday, November 30th."
(Does Maddie know I'm here?)
"You seem upset, Mr. Williams. Is there someone we should notify?"
"Daughter."
(Phone? Wallet?)
"You didn't have any of the usual things with you when you came in. The only information was a slip of paper with your name and social."
"312-555-2369."
"I'll try that number for you."
'The number you have reached is not in service.'
"I'm sorry, sir. The number isn't in service."
(Gotta get out of here. Now!)
"Do you want to sit up, Mr. Williams? I can adjust the bed for that. There was damage to the motor control area of your brain. You'll probably be in physical therapy for many weeks before you can manage on your own."
Many weeks? No, dammit! Much sooner than that.
"Tomorrow."
"If you maintain the level of determination I see on your face now, you should do well in PT but you most likely won't be up tomorrow.. I see your right hand grasping the sheet. I'll put the call button there. Can you press it?"
He's right. I'm slow and this is difficult. There's the 'Ding!'.
"Very good, Mr. Williams. I'll reset the call indicator and have a therapist join you for lunch. I see that smile. Yes, real food instead of IV's or food through a tube, although it's a mild and soft diet while your digestive system gets fully awake."
(Really want steak and a glass of wine.)
"Your expression tells me you want a serious meal and probably a good drink. Sorry, but your digestive system isn't ready for more serious food and absolutely no alcohol until we know how it might affect you. With some degree of motor control impairment, you might find that even one beer leaves you unable to function. When the therapist thinks you've made adequate progress, I'll sit with you while you drink that one beer. Then I'll be able to tell you how much recovery you can expect and how much alcohol you might be able to manage."
"Paper? Pencil?"
"I'll put the bed table in place and raise the easel. Here's a pad, a pencil and a felt tip pen. The pen's little larger and may be easier for you to hold. It only requires a light touch to make a mark and you may find it easier to use than the pencil. If you need more light, there's a fixture on the wall behind you and the pull cord for it is by your left hand. If you need anything else, just press the call button."
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We had a 'conversation' of sorts, but he was often responding to what I was thinking at him. (Thinking?) I read somewhere that we only use about ten percent of our brains. Does that mean that my brain did some re-wiring to bypass the damage and I've tapped part of that idle 90 percent? Is that even possible? Could I use that 'other' brain power to move my body? Before I try standing, let's do something smaller. Move the felt tip pen without using my hands? OK. Did that. Pick up the pen. Remove the cap. Write my name? A little shaky, but legible. Try something more distant but still simple. Light switch? On. Ouch! Bright light still hurts. Turn it off. Better. I'm tired? I may not be thinking myself out of bed today or tomorrow, but perhaps I have a way to 'assist' where the original equipment isn't working normally. One more thing. The phone. It's close enough to use my hand. Too heavy! Move it with my mind? Just the handset to my ear. Turn the base so I can see the buttons. Mentally press the buttons for a number I haven't used in years. Still answered as "Tim's Auto Parts". Press 77 to place an order. Enter my company number. And password. 99 for the real menu. 4 to leave an informational message.
'This is Jack. St. Albans Neurosurgery ICU. Need to talk with Tim.'
9 to end the call. Had I felt threatened, that would have been 911. They'll know the city from the caller ID, so I should be getting a visitor no later than noon tomorrow.
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knock. knock.
"Mr. Williams, I'm Tanya, your physical therapist. I have your lunch tray. It's not the steak or prime rib you'd probably like after weeks of nothing by mouth but it is nourishing and it consists of foods that are easy to manage. Baked chicken nuggets with several sauces, baked sweet potato fries and even chocolate pudding. The chicken is fork or finger food, as are the fries. The pudding needs a spoon."
(Better than marbles.)
"I know most people try harder with the proper incentive, so when possible I use food instead of marbles."
She also 'heard' me. Is this something I can use with anyone? Is there more to it than just communication? Could I tell someone to do something? Could I force them to do something they don't want to do? Could I make them keep it secret? Could I read someone's mind? Better put my full attention on eating. The occasional dropped fry probably fits with the process of re-learning to use my hands - even though it was caused by being too deep in thought.
"You're making exceptional progress, Mr. Williams. Dr. Thomas mentioned that he thought your determination would make you an excellent prospect for PT but you've done much better than I expected. When you finish eating, I'll adjust the mirror on the bed table and you can try using the wipes as napkins. If you'd like a shave, I'll call the barber shop on the main level. I don't think you want to attempt removing that much beard."
"Shave is good."
"You can speak! Dr. Thomas said that you had some difficulty, possibly just from not speaking for a while."
"Throat gets dry fast."
"More water?"
"Yes."
"Better now?"
"Yes. Doctor said no wallet or phone. Any clothes?"
"I'll check the closet. Jeans. Shirt. Boots."
"Check the pockets?"
"Nothing."
"Thank you."
"I see you moving your legs. Do you really think you can stand?"
"Must try."
"There's a step stool by the bed and a walker. First, you try to remain sitting up while I lower the head of the bed. You're a little wobbly but not bad considering the circumstances."
"Room's only moving a little."
"Turn and let your legs hang off the edge of the bed. Any more room movement?"
"About the same."
"Put your hands on my shoulders and put your feet on the stool. I'll hold your ribs and you try to stand. Very good so far. Now, hold on to the walker and step down to the floor. It's OK to lean against the bed. You haven't used these muscles in a while."
"Feel like I'm 120 years old."
"Considering that you're standing, probably not a day over 105. You're sweating. Do you want to try walking a few steps or get back in bed?"
"Want to get dressed and go home. Settle for getting to the door and back."
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knock. knock.
"You're up?"
"Dr. Thomas, he's on his way back from the door."
"You are determined to be out of here soon! I didn't expect you to be standing for at least a week. I have no idea how you're doing this but I will caution you to rest when needed."
"Ready to rest. Need something for pain. My head hurts."
"Where?"
"All of it. Like a basketball with too much air."
"Let's get you horizontal. I'll get a CAT scan scheduled. Then we'll see about pain medication."
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"Dr. Thomas, the CAT scan is normal, other than the increased blood flow in some usually idle areas of his brain."
"Jeff, I wonder if that's the result of some re-wiring the brain did to bypass the damaged areas."
"I doubt that we'll ever know."
"I'll get his pain meds scheduled."
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:13:42 GMT -6
Wednesday, 1 December, 9:30AM
knock. knock.
"You awake?"
"Hello, Tim. I really need a 'quiet' place to talk."
"For the moment, we'll use this. Wait for it to finish setup."
"Multi-band jammer, including IR and reflective laser. Nice to have that in a portable package."
"Something we got from a source in Taiwan. I contacted the Director. Jack, you're being transferred to a private clinic in Missouri."
"I need to be in Illinois."
"I checked the outbound calls from here and followed up. You'll need to be in Sedalia. We'll take care of things here after you're settled in at the new place and can tell us what's needed."
"My phone?"
"Here's your new one. Everything has been copied from the old one, including recent activity. Here's your new wallet. All the old cards are being tracked."
"Clarence Jackson Wilson. I can be myself again?"
"Things are still far from normal, but the people in PA - and their bosses - think 'Carl Williams' is dead and most of them, at all levels, are in jail. Sorry we had to dump you into this end of the investigation so soon after Maddie's surgery. Meanwhile, she's fine. She healed well after surgery and wants to know when you'll be home. So does Sarah. Maddie was the one who never questioned whether you were alive after we lost contact with you. I don't know what kind of connection the two of you have, but she was quietly, unquestionably confident that you were alive and that you were in this area. Welcome back, Jack."
"Conditions at home?"
"The interim water line is up and working. The federal government is funding the new buried water line from the river and some upgrades to the water treatment plant. Completion is several months away but it's on an expedited schedule. The new line is 12 inches, which didn't sound like much, but they tell me the variable pressure pumps will be able move more than 6 million gallons a day through that pipe. The city is good for a number of years, considering the drop in population from GG-183. Green Guard has been shut down and everything there moved to a new site in Alaska. The CDC and some others think the aquifer could be self-cleansing but it may be years before they know for certain. Power is also being restored. It was such a rat's nest of sabotage near you that they decided to do a wholesale replacement for a four block area."
"Why not go there?"
"Check your phone."
Multiple messages?
[Carl Williams needs to be in rehab. He'll suffer a fatal stroke that will be traced to the injuries he received. Insurance on his demise being believed. Meanwhile, the Pope and Davis houses are being combined with some of the other properties to make one compound with a large garden area. Can you drive a tractor? Details in your email. A month - give or take - in Sedalia, then home. All your family is waiting.]
[Dr. Thomas is one of ours. He's aware that you have some mental changes. We'd like to explore your new capabilities but on your schedule. Your family needs to see and touch you for a while. Air ambulance with discreet but serious cover for the trip out.]
"Something other than this open back gown for travel?"
"Brought you clothes and shoes. Anything you need from the things in the closet?"
"The belt with its concealed tools. The tools in the boots. Let me get the tracker someone did a sloppy job of installing in the heel of the left boot. It can go under a drawer so whoever put it there thinks I'm still in this room."
"You have some amazing recuperative powers, Jack. Yesterday you could barely press a call button and now you're out-thinking the people who caused you to be here."
"My mind was fully functional as soon as I woke. The physical functions needed to be augmented and some of that was my brain re-wiring itself but some is conscious effort - which I can't manage for long. My head is hurting again. I wonder if using new mental abilities is like doing a new physical exercise. Your 'muscles' hurt until they're accustomed to the different effort?"
"I have no idea, but do make notes for Dr. Thomas. Anything else before I turn off the 'quiet'?"
"Let's go."
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As this story is mostly conversation with occasional soliloquies, a quick reference on how different types of conversation are identified.
Something enclosed in single quotes is a whisper: 'This is a secret' or a telephone conversation or a document being read or written.
Something enclosed in curly braces is radio communication: {Alpha team stand down}
Something enclosed in square brackets is a text message on a phone: [Call me]
Something enclosed in parentheses is an active thought: (Need you out here.)
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Wednesday, 1 December, 2:10PM
"The family is all here, Jack, but Sarah had specific directions for them. She's first, then Amelia, then Maddie, then the others. Sarah, Amelia and Maddie each get up to an hour with you, but they're very aware of your physical condition and will probably not exhaust you. The others know they'll get time with you but that you're not able to stay up indefinitely. Have a seat and I'll tell Sarah."
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"Hello, Jack!"
"That was a lot more than 'Hello'."
"It was 'Hello', 'I missed you', 'I love you', 'I am incredibly glad you are alive' and a few other things. I want to spend a great deal of time with you including talking about having one or more healers re-grow the prostate you lost to cancer, but there are two little girls who need your immediate attention. I'll see you tonight."
"That was quite a promise."
"Yes, and I keep my promises."
"So you do."
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"Amelia, you may go in now."
"C'mon, Maddie. You should be first 'cause you believed he was alive. I'm probably gonna cry myself to puking and he'll be all yours when I'm asleep. Uncle Jack and Daddy!!"
"Daddy!!"
"Two of my favorite people!"
"I thought you'd died and I was scared and I missed you and I kept crying and Maddie said you were alive and Momma said I should believe her and then I couldn't cry any more and … and …"
"Amelia, you need a lap and a shoulder. And Maddie needs the other one."
"Take care of Amelia, Daddy. I'll just sit by you and snuggle until she's done."
"Maddie, the way she's crying and as strong as her hiccups are I need to get her to the throne."
"She said she'd probably cry so hard she puked. Did I heave like that?"
"Yes. Lisa was as concerned about you as you are about Amelia. Thank you for holding her hair back. Cleanup is easier if she doesn't need a shower. Today, you'd have to help her."
"I will!"
"I know. You're a very loving and caring person. This time we just need to wipe her face and get her some water."
"OK."
"Amelia?"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Rinse and spit."
"I know. Twice. Then gargle. Twice. Then brush. And mouthwash if you have some that doesn't burn."
"If you've memorized that, then I think this sweet girl has had entirely too many upsetting episodes this year."
"I have."
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"You want a shoulder to snuggle on, shortstuff?"
"You remembered!"
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"She's already asleep?"
"Think along with me, Maddie. Amelia saw her father killed in a car wreck a few months ago. She's been terrified several times when people were shooting at me - she didn't want to lose her next 'Daddy'. I disappeared and no one knew anything about me - except you. She's been holding in all that hurt and probably hasn't said much or even cried herself to sleep because she didn't want to scare the younger girls."
"She cried a little the day you disappeared but not since. I tried to hug her one time but it was like hugging a door."
"She can get wound up so tight that it may take an hour of shoulder time to get the tears started. I'm surprised that she turned loose so quickly today but perhaps she'd reached her limit on holding things in."
"You always love us so good. The doctor said I'm as good as new. Can I snuggle?"
"Yes. And tell me about what you've been holding in."
Upset, but not to the point of puking. Rub her back and calm her down. She's asleep. Ease us both onto the other bed. Set my new watch for an hour and nap with her.
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Wednesday, 1 December, 4:30PM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Maddie is smiling. That's good. Can I wake her with a kiss?
"Hi, Maddie."
"Hi, Daddy! I feel better. "
"I should wake your sister."
"Hi, Amelia."
"Hi, Daddy! I feel better after my nap. And you took care of Maddie. She looks very happy. Shannon and the others all want time with you. But you look tired, Daddy."
"I am tired, shortstuff. I was almost certain that you needed enough shoulder time to unwind and that Maddie needed snuggle time. Was Sarah able to find out about your family, Maddie?"
"My Momma was a cousin to her. She adopted me and has the papers for you to sign to adopt me. Then you'll really be my Daddy!"
"I think we should go find the others. There might be time for hugs and little kisses for everyone before supper."
"Hold our hands?"
"OK. Hold both your hands in one of mine and nibble your fingers."
"Tickles! I gotta pee!"
"Me, too!"
"Go pee. Then I'll hold one hand of each of you."
"You read us too good."
"That's my job. I'm an uncle."
"And a Daddy."
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"Sarah…"
"Sit, Jack. I'm positive that you didn't do much but you still look tired. I'm limiting the other kids to 5 minutes of lap time and little girl kisses. Sammy will want his usual hug but he probably also needs lap time. The Colonel told me a little. You're running on mental energy, aren't you?"
"Mostly."
"Then supper is pasta and pizza and we pack some carbs into you. Then the other kids get their time with you. Tomorrow we'll feed you red meat. Steak sandwich for lunch and as big a steak as you can manage tomorrow night."
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"The sausage pizza is good, Sarah. On a totally different topic, are you doing any writing?"
"A new series about some younger people. I'm using some incidents involving the kids here as jumping off points. The first volume has sold so well in ebook format that the publisher has already paid for the next four volumes and has doubled my royalties."
"So I have a rich wife?"
"I'd be rich just having you, Jack. I'm now independently wealthy. Between the Colonel's efforts to build us a safe compound and my funds to buy property, we plan to have almost 100 acres and the animals, supplies and equipment to be self-sufficient. I turned off the 'new mail' alert on your laptop because it's been going almost continuously."
"Who…"
"Better to ask who isn't. Bob Bridges heard from whoever you contacted at DoD and called the day after you disappeared to tell me you had a $1 million bonus because DoD wants to be a beta test site. Your bank account keeps going up by 6 or 7 figures every week or so. I asked the Colonel and he said it was rewards for the capture of Li Xing - Mindy to most of us. I have noticed a major change in the local bank. The Bank Manager who was pissed if I asked him for a better loan rate now almost kisses my shoes when I walk in the bank. The Assistant Manager is holding the door."
"If my memory isn't too addled, I think the total in that account is probably a third of the bank's assets now. We close that account and they're back to being the austere little local bank that can't afford to provide pens on their counters. If I were the manager, I'd be kissing some feet. Let each of the other kids get their five minutes with me, then have them get ready for bed and I'll read. There's a new book that might be appropriate for the situation."
"Why am I not surprised?"
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"Hi, Shannon."
"Mister Jack, it's OK if I call you 'Daddy' now?"
"Yes. If you'd rather say 'Mister Jack', I'm OK with that."
"Kiss me, Daddy!"
"You look like you need a big hug more than a little kiss."
"Amelia said you looked tired and not to do or ask more than a kiss. She's right. You look tired. Alicia said she could wait if you were too tired and so did Lisa."
"Tell them that they may have their five minutes with me. I'll tell them what sweet girls they are for thinking about me when I see them."
"I didn't understand about tired. I'm sorry! I wanna be sweet too."
"You are sweet, Shannon. You only did what you'd been told was OK and you did eventually notice that I was tired. My usually very observant girl was focussed on her new Daddy being alive."
"Un huh. Hold me?"
"Yes. Until you stop crying."
"Do we get a story and a goodnight kiss?"
"Yes. Both. And it's another new book."
"Goody!"
"You may tell the others."
"Goody again."
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"Hi, Paige."
"Hi, Daddy! Shannon said we get a story. I want a kiss and then hug me tight the rest of my time. I just need to feel my Daddy's arms around me."
"Then you shall have your hug."
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"Paige is asleep?"
"Yes, Sarah. She wanted a kiss and the rest of her time in a big hug."
"Sounds like several others. They're all in bunk beds to fit the entire tribe into the rooms here, so they need that kind of holding before the goodnight kiss instead of after they're in bed."
"Question for you. Could my enhanced mental powers be used by a healer?"
"Good question. I'll try to think of some things we could try to see if that's possible. You're thinking of fathering children?"
"We have the 'yours' and sort of the 'ours' of 'yours, mine and ours'. I think I might like the 'mine' part also."
"I need to do some research. Good thing that most of our family records are paper, as the internet seems smaller and less capable each time I use it."
"Let me know. Should I wake Paige?"
"Better Daddy's kiss than any other alarm clock."
"Hi, Paige."
"Hi, Daddy! Nice wake up."
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"You still OK, Jack? Just Lisa, Sammy and Alicia to go"
"Yes, Sarah. A little more tired but I think I can manage that."
"Hi, Lisa."
"Hi, Daddy! Hold me?"
"As long as you have time for tonight and more later in the week."
"You are the best Daddy in the world!"
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"Hi, Sammy."
"I can call you Daddy now, Mister Jack?"
"Yes, Sammy. I signed the papers to adopt you and Lisa so you can call me Daddy."
"Can I sit in your lap and you hug me?"
"Of course. That's one of the things a Daddy does for his kids."
"Dave Parker didn't."
"Dave Parker wasn't a very nice person in any way."
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you, son."
"I don't ever remember being called 'son'."
"Then I'll try to remember to say that every day."
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"Hi, Alicia."
"Hi, Daddy! Hold me?"
"No kiss?"
"Just being held 'til my body knows you're back. I missed you! We all did. Lisa said to say 'Thank you' for making Sammy so happy. He was in tears when he told her about being called 'son' but he had a really big smile. You love all of us in the way that we need to be loved."
"Door's opening. I guess your time tonight is up."
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"Jack, there's a cup of Earl Grey in the kitchen. You may need something to drink while you read aloud."
"Thanks, Sarah. Everyone ready for bed?"
"Have been. They want every second of any opportunity to be with you and have you read to them."
"Everyone come stack on the big bed."
"We're all here, Daddy."
"Thank you, Amelia. 'Once upon a time…'"
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"'And even though they sometimes argued and fought, they loved each other and always managed to get over it by bedtime. The end.'"
"The book may have puppies in it, but it sounds just like us!"
"And which puppy are you, Amelia?"
"One of the ones with a cold nose - and Alicia is the other one!"
"And the cold noses are a true story. All my kids to his or her bunk and I'll be by to ask about a goodnight kiss or hug."
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Wednesday, 1 December, 9:40PM
I see motion by the workshop. I expected better security here. Sarah did bring some weapons so the Glock back on my belt, night vision on and the 12 gauge in my hands. Out the front and very quietly to the back. Is that a large animal in that Adirondack chair or a child in an adult's fur coat? Get a little closer. Night vision on my belt. Moonlight shows pink shoes? Don't think it's a wild animal. Shake a foot.
"Who are you?"
"Mister Jack? They said you were dead! Is that really you?"
"Michelle?"
"Yes, Mister Jack. They wanted to sell me so I ran away. Alicia told me where she was going and I kept it in my head."
"How'd you get here?"
"Stole money from Momma's purse and took a bus as far as it went. Then hung out at truck stops and offered my body for travel. Did OK 'til the last one. He was mean and tied me up and beat me and used a big plastic thing. I got loose after he got drunk and went to sleep."
"Are you bleeding anywhere?"
"Not much."
"Miss Sarah needs to check you. Inside."
"Hurts to walk. Carry me?"
"Just a minute."
[Tim. Found a child from the home area out by the workshop. Story is possible but she shouldn't have been able to get this close. Need some oversight. I think you know what I told Tom about another child being hurt. I see anyone questionable and I shoot first.]
I hear a chopper coming. Get the two of us inside the workshop. Can I use my new mental powers? Start gently. Don't want to do harm whether she's being truthful or not. If not, she's doing it from fear and I want the fear-maker.
"What's in your bag, Michelle?"
"I brought clothes and shoes and food and Momma's phone."
(Why the phone?)
"Momma said I should have a pho... Oops! I'm not supposed to tell."
(Anything in your clothes?)
"GPS in my pock… I'm not supposed to tell."
"Leave your bag in the chair. Undress. Everything. Here's my shirt. Inside this door."
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Hope they have FLIR. Sounds like they're running a grid search pattern.
I hear ATV's going away at high speed.
BOOM! BOOM!
The ATV's are now silent but the surviving drivers/riders are not. Guess we'll have the opportunity for some interrogation.
"Are they dead, Mister Jack?"
"Who, Michelle?"
"My Daddy and Melody's Daddy. They killed Melody when she said she wouldn't come here. Then they said they'd kill me if I didn't do what they said. I'm sorry! Please don't hit me!"
"I won't hit you, Michelle. Would you like a hug?"
"A hug? But I tried to get in with the bomb and there's stuff to put in the water and your food."
"That's not something you had a choice about. You do have a choice about the hug."
"Yes!"
This crying episode will probably not end well. Get her to the bathroom. Sit on the side of the tub and hold her while she cries.
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
[Have four for you to interrogate. Two in blue helmets. One says he's looking for his daughter Michelle. Tim]
[Have the daughter. She has explosives of some type and probably some poisons in her backpack. GPS in her pocket. When she stops crying, she'll probably tell all. I'll let you know. Who let her and them get that close?]
She's in hiccups. Down on her knees in front of the throne. Hold her hair back. Don't think that's as violent as some of the other girls have been but it's a close second. Not much coming up but those dry heaves hurt. Is she slowing down? Yes. Give it a minute and see if she can do the drill.
"Michelle?"
"I'm s-s-sorry M-M-Mister Jack! Pl-Pl-Please don't hit m-m-me!"
"I won't hit you, Michelle. Let me wipe your face. Now take this water and swish some around in your mouth. Spit. Again. Can you gargle?"
"Un huh."
"Do that and spit. Do it again. Here's a little mouthwash. Swish and spit. Mouth tastes better now?"
"Un huh. Why are you taking care of me? I'm just a stupid whore who brought in stuff to kill you."
"No, you're a scared girl who needs someone to take care of her. I think you were in the back because you couldn't make yourself go to the front door and knock."
"They'll kill me if they find out!"
"I don't think so. First, they have to get past me. I hear a vehicle outside. You sit over there where you can't be seen from the door."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
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"Jack, the two in blue helmets act like they don't understand English. The other two are just hard core fanatics."
"Pain is the universal language. You four can answer the questions you're asked or you can die slowly and painfully…"
"Shut up and give me my daughter!"
"You're Michelle's father?"
"Yeah. Get that damned little whore out here!"
"Or you'll do what?"
"I'll stomp your feeble old ass as soon as I get loose!"
Ker-slack!
"Sergeant, turn him loose."
"Colonel?"
"You heard the man, Sergeant."
"That gun don't scare me. You ain't fast enough or good enough."
"Then come closer with your knife."
"I'll get…"
Boom!
"You get a hole where your knee was. Now to the others. Anyone here who can't understand English? No answer. OK. Let's try that again."
Ker-slack!
"You're next."
"No. We UN. Have immunity."
"No immunity. Perhaps you prefer Mandarin?"
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"What did you tell him, Jack? The shotgun didn't scare him nearly as much as your words."
"Tim, I just told him it was the same shotgun that took out Li Xing's knee. That story has had time to get through the ranks. That I know the story of Li Xing, that I speak Mandarin and that I did the same to someone else in their presence is the equivalent of the earth opening up in front of him. Don't you have some people who speak Mandarin?"
"Yes, Jack. They're on the way."
"Arm them with shotguns and be sure they chamber a round. I have a little girl to un-terrify. The one 'knee-less' wanted so badly. When she gets through talking, I expect him to wish I'd taken off his head."
"Go, Jack. You do that better than anyone else I know. I don't speak Mandarin but I'm pretty good at 'redneck'. And we have shotguns for all."
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"Michelle, It's Mister Jack. Come with me. You're safe now."
"But my Daddy…"
"Came at me with a knife and I shot him in the knee."
"That gun makes a big hole, doesn't it?"
"Yes. A very big hole. He's on the ground and won't get up until someone puts him on a stretcher."
"What about the others?"
"They saw me shoot him. Most people get very good at talking after they see that."
"Can I stay with you? Momma will kill me if I go home."
"You may stay until we find a safe place for you. I must ask the other people here if they are willing to have you stay with us."
"Other people?"
"Miss Sarah, who is now my wife and all the kids who were staying with us. They're all my kids now because I adopted them. It's their choice whether another kid can come and stay."
"Amelia and Alicia won't want me 'cause they know I couldn't keep secrets. I know better now but they won't know that. I don't have anywhere to go!"
"Back in my lap and your head on my shoulder. Let's not get you so upset you puke again. I said you can stay until we find a safe place for you. Even if it's not here, it could still be safe."
"We're only really safe if we're with you."
"Inside the house. There's a room set up to be a clinic. I'll have Sarah check you if you think you've been hurt."
"They all used me before they dropped me off here, but I don't think it's much different than the last time."
"Lie on the table. Where were you bleeding?"
"In front."
"Did they use anything hard?"
"Big plastic thing. I'm cold."
"Here's a blanket. I'll get Sarah to check you. Sarah!"
"Yes, Jack?"
"Michelle is bleeding and cold. See if it's something you can fix. If not, I'll get air transport."
"Michelle, I need you to turn on your side. That's fine. Now I'll see how badly you're hurt. The tear's about 1 inch. There's surprisingly little blood in her abdomen, Jack. I can heal this and I'll see if I can use your power as well. Your hands here and here. Mine here and here. You be very aware of what your hands feel. You do have a lot of power available, Jack, and I'm tapping it. Tear closed. Absorb the blood into other tissue. If you can get some broad spectrum antibiotics, she should be fine in a few days."
"The Colonel's vehicle is still here. Can you fix her something warm to drink?"
"Will do."
"Michelle, which one did this to you?"
"Ching."
"Is that on his name tag?"
"No, that's what they called him. The name tag has what looks like an upsidedown 'Y'."
"Thank you. You'll be OK in a few days. I need to talk with the Colonel."
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"Jeez, Jack! You're scarier now that before."
"Tear in her vaginal wall. Big dildo…"
"Found this in one of their packs."
"Ching!"
"No question which one, Jack. Just watch for the spreading circle of fear."
"Strip him and hold him down."
"You heard the man, Sergeant."
"Sir."
"I'll give the intro in English for most of you and in Mandarin for the blue hats…"
"Not sure you need to say anything, Jack. The others have the same incontinence."
"We get angry with anyone who hurts our children. I'm returning this to its owner. I don't want him to misplace it again. First as far in as two hands can get it."
"Argh!"
"The sound of pain transcends language barriers. Now as far as my size 13 boot can get it."
"Aieee!!"
"The other one is saying 'I tell you all'. You need your translator, Tim. He'll get an earful. Meanwhile, we need some broad spectrum antibiotics."
"Medic coming in the door now. Columbo, see to the needs of the child inside the house."
"Sir."
"Bradford, start your recorder and make notes on what else we should ask."
"Sir."
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"Based on your wife's description of the injury, one every four hours while awake for two weeks should handle any infection. If there's no improvement in 24 hours, double the dose. If no improvement 24 hours after that, she needs a hospital."
"Thanks, Columbo."
"Sir."
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"Whose clothes?"
"Amelia's. I woke her and told her what had happened and she asked if I needed help 'fixing' Michelle. I told you that you had helped me. She said she was closest to Michelle's size and got out sleepwear and other clothes for a couple of days. You plan to keep her?"
"As I told Michelle, I plan to find a safe place for her. If this might be the 'safe place', I plan to ask all the kids to vote on it."
"As if any of them would say 'no'."
"You're most likely correct, but I'll still give them the choice."
"How did Michelle get so close to the house?"
"The Colonel is investigating. After seeing how I returned the UN guy's dildo to him, I suspect that grapevine might be dripping with useful information tomorrow - I guess that's later today."
"You need to be in bed and asleep, Mr. Wilson. Don't set an alarm. I'll either wake you with the scent of bacon or a gentle alarm clock. If the Colonel wants you, he'll have to get past me and a squad of determined little girls. If the Major found Amelia scary with the .22 rifle, how would the Colonel respond to four girls with rifles and handguns?"
"I take it the lessons went well?"
"With you gone, they all had great incentive. All the nine-year-olds found a weapon that fits their hands, mostly the .22 and .25. Amelia can almost manage the .32. Celia and Leah can almost manage the .22 pistols. Probably just a couple more months. All of them are good on the rules. The older girls have their guns on a high shelf in their bedroom. The younger ones know where the guns are but understand that they don't yet have permission. I think Lisa's description of Dave Parker as 'hamburger without the plastic tray' has stayed will all of them."
"What about Sammy?"
"He did well. He said he had to know how to keep the little ones safe. Both in them not getting hurt with a gun and in him being able to scare off or stop someone. He has a .32."
"If he sees it in terms of 'taking care of', he can probably shoot someone. I think he'd need a lot of comforting afterward."
"I agree. You go to bed. I'll stay with Michelle another hour or so, then wake Dad to take the watch."
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:14:08 GMT -6
Thursday, 2 December, 6:40AM
"Good morning, Mr. Wilson."
"Good morning, Mrs. Wilson. Nice wake up."
"Breakfast is in progress. Dad has most of the kids involved."
"Most?"
"A few are with Michelle. You can probably guess which 'few' that is."
"I can."
"I normally wouldn't have everyone up this early but the Colonel called and said he'd be here in 30 minutes."
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Knock. Knock.
"Come in, Tim."
"Jack, the second Chinese blue hat was very informative. The moles he knew about are in custody."
"And I think there's one you don't know about."
"Who?"
"Not a who, a what."
"What?"
"You have the portable 'quiet room' with you?"
"Yes."
"Have someone bring it in."
"Bradford, see to it."
"Sir."
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"Don't open it, Tim. Look at these pictographs."
"Something about a cave?"
"Literal translation would be 'cave with two doors'. Should a 'quiet room' have more than one entrance and exit?"
"This is spying on us? The Agency checked it thoroughly and said it was clean."
"Let's see what the bug scanner on my tablet can tell us. I expect that opening the case actually turns it on. Either a very small microswitch or a tiny magnetic reed or a Hall-effect switch. I'll do a countdown with my fingers for you to open it. Then wait ten seconds before you turn it on and another ten seconds before you speak. Then I'll wait ten seconds to speak. Do NOT comment on what the tablet shows."
"You think there's something the testers didn't try?"
"Yes."
5-4-3-2-1
"It's on, Jack."
"Thanks, Tim. The girl is dead. Local medical care wasn't adequate and an air ambulance wasn't available."
"Sorry to hear that, Jack."
"When you find the people responsible, they're mine - blue hats or not. We'll load the semi and move back home day after tomorrow. Be sure to have them scan there at least as well as they did here."
"Will do, Jack."
"Turn it off and put it back in the truck. We're done."
Washtub off the top of the case. The case is big to hide the mini satellite dish inside. It's searching. Get it outside and it gets a link. It's sending and I'm recording. Need to find an expendable X-ray machine. I'd expect this thing to be equipped with a self-destruct mechanism. It's finished. Back under the wash tub for this. Back inside for us.
"Explain to me, Jack?"
"Very well made device. It starts recording audio when the case is opened. It only records video after hearing a second voice. Whoever 'checked' this is either ignorant or a mole. It does block others from hearing you but it also does its own audio and video recording. When the case is closed and it can find a satellite, it does burst transmission to send whatever recorded information it may have. I'd expect it to have a self-destruct. If you have a blast-proof or expendable X-ray machine, we can see what's actually in it, not just what's easily visible when the front panel is removed."
"I'll get you a list of the people who've touched it. We have a bomb disposal truck with X-ray capability. What else do you know about it?"
"It called home to the Chinese embassy in DC, then to Beijing. We know there's probably no one at the embassy. I have the ID information to access the satellite and can adapt the gear in your comms truck to spoof this device. What bits of misinformation would you like to pass along?"
"Let me make a list and I'll get back with you. I should have you scan the compound before you move in. I'll also have drug and explosives dogs check it. The visible added cameras and security devices are all the same models as you used originally. The less visible items are military grade: higher resolution; very good night vision; thermal imaging; pan; tilt; zoom; highly EMP resistant. I'll let you work out the details to get them to your tablet. I don't think the manufacturer would recognize that tablet now."
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"Mister Jack?"
"Yes, Michelle?"
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You saved my life by getting me away from them! You and Miss Sarah saved my life by stopping the bleeding! Will you be my new Daddy?"
"First we find out where your mother is and if she wants you back..."
"Please don't! She'll hit me for telling and they'll put me on a blue bus … and … and …"
"In my lap. Head on my shoulder. You're hyperventilating and you don't want to puke again. I'll hug you tight enough that you'll have to work a little harder to breathe."
"Hard to breathe."
"That's what I said. Just a little longer."
"Getting dizzy."
"Ease off a little on the hug."
"Better. Can I stay? If all I get is lap time when I'm scared, it'll still be the best place I've ever been!"
"I think you need a nap. You were up very late last night and today started early. For now, you'll be on the sofa in the older girls' room."
"You're carrying me to bed like a little kid?"
"I don't think you've had much time to be 'little'. Take off your shoes and your belt. Come snuggle up and put your head on my shoulder."
"Feels like what a real Daddy would do."
Two minutes and she's asleep. Her body needs rest to finish the healing. We'll talk about 'being little' and other things when she's had a day or two to recover. She needs to talk it out and I've been the one they've all been willing to talk to. She only has a little smile, but that's an improvement over when she came in. Sarah told me that Joe did my morning 'chore' and Michelle was willing to 'pretend' after Sarah woke her. I think they all prefer the gentle 'alarm clock'. She's puckered up? Wonder what she's dreaming that has her smile alternating with a pucker? Ease her head off my shoulder and onto a pillow. The smile is a frown but not for long. Blanket up to ensure she's warm. We'll wake you for lunch, smiling girl.
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"Sarah?"
"Yes, Jack?"
"Have you put any more thought into home schooling, now that we have a full size class?"
"I've made some notes about grade levels and possible subjects to include and the books and supplies that would be needed."
"And space for a multi-grade classroom?"
"The one room school of Little House, complete with chalkboards and a pot bellied stove."
"Teaching solo?"
"Mostly, but Dad for some things and you for others. Those times will be breaks for me and the kids, plus they get to see both of you in different roles."
"Any feedback from the kids about Michelle?"
"Amelia was going by the door and heard you and Michelle talking. Hearing 'I'm OK with just being safe' was the convincing factor. She told Alicia and they both think that's enough to let Michelle stay."
"Serendipity seems to happen a lot around these kids."
"It happens a lot around you; it just usually involves the kids."
"Perhaps."
"I heard her comment about snuggling on your shoulder: 'what a real Daddy would do'. I checked on her before I came down here. She's working on the smile of a happy child."
"I noticed that shortly after she was asleep. Also noticed that it was interspersed with little puckers. I wonder what she was dreaming about."
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"Joe, am I correct in saying you grew up on a farm?"
"Yes, Jack. Including chickens, goats, pigs, horses and a couple of cows. My grandfather taught me to drive a horse and wagon and to drive a horse pulling a small plow. My father taught me to drive the little Ford tractor. I learned to plow, disk and plant with the tractor and later learned to use a sickle for cutting hay. We had a root cellar that also served as a storm shelter. I can pick and shell beans and peas with the best of them. If you don't know how to milk a cow, I can show you."
"With the 100 or so acres we'll have at the compound, could we be self-sufficient?"
"As long as we have fuel, parts and supplies for the tractor and other equipment or we have horses and horse-drawn equipment. The adults would be on the tractor or walking by the horse-drawn equipment. All the kids can help plant, weed and harvest a kitchen garden but only help with planting bigger things such as corn. The older ones could help with shucking corn. All of them could help with some garden work and some of the prep work for drying. canning or freezing produce. They'd probably have to be 12 or so to be tall enough to drive even a small tractor. There are trade-offs in having grazing land for cattle or horses and having crop land. We'd need to work that out, as well as rotating use of the land. Having animals in a section could provide fertilizer for growing crops later but how many and for how long are things to research."
"You are our Senior Farmer and I'll get you a Tractor Supply hat if I can find one."
"Better let me do some research to see how many of the things I remember are accurate. If we have animals or equipment, we need places to keep them - barns, equipment sheds, etc."
"After we determine how much of which things we should have, we can get buildings to fit."
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Thursday, 2 December, 12:30PM
"Jack, would you wake Michelle?"
"On my way, Sarah."
"Kids, lunch. We talked about it earlier and you all have tasks."
"Yes, Momma."
"Yes, Mommy."
"Hi, Michelle."
"Hi, Mister Jack! Nice wake up!"
"Lunch is in progress. There's probably something you can do to help."
"We get to cook?"
"Within limits. You must show me that you know the proper way to use a sharp knife before I let you cut things in the kitchen. You must show me that you know the proper way to handle hot pots and pans and utensils before I let you help at the stove."
"I wanna learn about sharp knives and the stove. Today I can set the table and fill glasses."
"Let's go see what Miss Sarah has that you can do."
"You and Grandpa Joe do good wake ups. It's an 'I love you' kiss 'cause I don't hafta do anything before or after I get it. I wanna stay with you!"
"I told you we were working on a safe place for you. Will you trust me to find a safe place?"
"Un huh."
"Go help."
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"Sarah, where did you get the steak?"
"Part of the supplies we brought with us. Before we left, Dad bought a steer and had it butchered."
"Joe, it's excellent."
"Jack, you may find the sirloin we plan for supper is better."
"I'll be here to give it a taste test. I think all the kids are happy with lunch - the table chatter is much quieter than usual. Maybe from their mouths being too full to talk? All my kids must agree about Michelle being on the schedule and you'll be voting on it. Not now, Rachel. I want all of you to think about the differences one more girl will make in the schedule. If you want time to talk with me or your mother, just ask. You'll vote before the bedtime story tonight, so there's time for all of you to talk with each other or me or Sarah."
"You really are gonna let them choose!"
"Michelle, I give kids choices whenever possible."
"I just wanna stay here where I'm safe."
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"Jack?"
"Yes, Sarah?"
"From my research in the books I have with me, I think your complete 'repair' is possible but I'll need at least one very experienced healer to work with me."
"You know someone?"
"My aunt, Hazel Jackson. Last I knew, she was living on their ranch in the boonies of Montana. First, I need to talk with her. If she thinks it's possible, we'd need to get her here or you and me there. Probably better if she comes here so Dad isn't trying to manage the entire tribe."
"Let me ask Tim about communications there. Paper mail would work, but much faster if you can talk to her. You have her address and phone number?"
"On this card."
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"I introduced Tim to a mole he didn't know about this morning."
"That anti-eavesdropping device? When he left, he was looking at it as I'd look at a rattler."
"Yes. They'll be doing better scans at the compound, including using drug and explosives dogs but he also wants me to scan it with my gear. I think he's becoming almost as paranoid as I am."
"Considering our experiences in recent months, it's not paranoia when you have proof that someone's out to get you. You'll be going by air?"
"Probably. No announcements. Just show up and check things out. Have you and Joe worked out what crops and animals will work in the space available? Do we need additional buildings?"
"Yes on crops and animals. No on needing buildings. The state closed the DOT garage and storage area near the park - seems they don't anticipate much road work in the next few years. Dad's been on the online auction for the last hour. He purchased all their metal buildings. There were only three bidders, so Dad also bought two tractors, a bunch of implements for them, a couple of work trucks, a semi with two trailers and a fifth wheel dolly, a backhoe/frontloader, some of the solar-charged message signs and some other things I don't remember. Plus all the maintenance items they had for the things he bought. He said it was cheaper to buy the semi and trailers than to pay someone else to haul the other things he'd bought. He drove a city delivery semi when he was in college, so he'll be able to get it all home - he thinks in three trips."
"Three trips with tandem trailers, Sarah? I guess he did buy them out, but with only three bidders it was probably just pennies on the dollar."
"Jack, he said he finally got a refund on the state taxes he's been paying all these years."
"But said with an evil grin."
"True. He even got them to agree to load the trailers as he wanted things placed."
"I'll want to go see what new 'toys' we have."
"If Dad can go with you, he can get it moved while you do the scans. Look while you're there for the security scan but no play time until we move back."
"I should learn to drive anything I'm not familiar with so I can at least move things out of the way when we're in the process of moving back in."
"You're looking well ahead - again."
"Perhaps related to now having a wife and a dozen or so kids?"
"A dozen or so?"
"That number seems to be variable - with an upward trend. It might even increase again today."
"You goof!"
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"You were right, Joe. This sirloin is even better than what we had at lunch."
"I think the kids agree, Jack. Other than some of them asking for help cutting it to bite size, they've been quietly stuffing their faces."
"The quiet won't last."
"Why not?"
"Sarah, have you looked at the clouds building up out there? We'll have a major light and sound show during the night. Based on past experience, I won't be surprised if all the kids eventually wind up with an adult."
"You have flashlights out in case we lose power?"
"Yes. Squeeze flashlight in each bedroom - maybe that should be bunk room - and each bathroom."
"Bedroom for you and Momma, and for Grandpa Joe. Bunk rooms for the rest of us."
"Thank you, Celia."
"You think we'll be scared again?"
"Yes, Leah. If thunder wakes you up and it's dark and your bed feels different and the room looks and smells different, how will you feel?"
"Scared. You love us so good, Daddy! You already have flashlights out. And you're telling us before it happens."
"This has gotta be the best family ever! Can I stay?"
"They'll be voting on that tonight, Michelle."
"It is the best family! You even give kids choices about who can be family."
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"Kids, a reminder of what we told you earlier. The voting tonight will be different. I have a piece of paper for each of you. It has two words on it: 'Stay' and 'Go'. You'll be voting by secret ballot instead of raising your hand. You take your piece of paper, turn so others can't see what you're doing, circle your choice and then fold the paper and put it in this box. Sarah and I will look through the votes and make two stacks - one for 'Stay', the other for 'Go'. Remember that this requires a unanimous vote - that means everyone agrees on 'Stay' or Michelle must go. If there's even one 'Go', we'll find a safe place for her but it won't be with us."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Michelle, I think you need a hug."
"It's scary, Mister Jack. The best family ever might decide that they don't want me to be part of them! But having choices like that is part of what make this the best family ever. I wanna be here!"
"You look so serious, Daddy."
"Alicia, it is serious, whether the vote is 'Stay' or 'Go'. If it's 'Go', it's a big change in Michelle's life. If it's 'Stay', it's a big change in the lives of all the people here. So, yes, I look serious."
"Mister Jack, I guess I've been scared so long that I was just thinking about what happens to me. They'll have to share clothes and beds and food and hugs and everything with me which means there's less for them. I'll be sad if they say 'Go' but I'll understand."
"Thank you, Michelle."
"Kids, go vote."
"Yes, Momma."
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"You want to watch us open and count the votes, Michelle?"
"Yes and no. I wanna know but I don't think I can handle a 'Go' so maybe you better do it."
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"Michelle, we have the votes counted."
"Is it bad, Mister Jack? You look so serious."
"Remember what I told Alicia?"
"That it's serious either way?"
"That's correct. Do you want to sleep on the sofa or a bunk bed?"
"A bunk… I can stay?"
"Yes."
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Did I do enough 'Thank you' for everybody?"
"I didn't count them, Michelle, but I think you're close. Do you want Sarah and me to adopt you? It's your choice."
"That's the best choice ever! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Then come here for a hug, 'daughter'."
"Yes, Daddy!"
"And me, 'daughter'."
"Yes, Momma!"
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"We are a big family. Sammy even kissed me on the cheek and said 'Hi, little sister'. And I lost count of the hugs I got. I'm so lucky to have my new family."
"Time for the kids in the family to get ready for bed. Jammies. Brush. Floss. I have another new book for you."
"We're done!"
"That may be the fastest they've all gotten ready, Sarah."
"Probably aided by 'lick and a promise' brushing and flossing but I won't be Dental Inspector tonight, Jack. Maybe tomorrow night."
"Everyone pile in like last night."
"It's another 'puppy' book! The cover is like the other one."
"So it is. 'Once upon a time…'."
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"And we don't know if they live happily ever after because this is 'Book 1 of 5.'"
"It says that, Daddy?"
"Yes, Paige."
"You're not teasing?"
"Lisa, would you read this line?"
"Paige, that's what it says. We get four more of these books."
"To bed, kids. I'll make the rounds to ask about hugs and kisses."
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"Sarah, it's like living with the Waltons but there's three times as many of them."
"Most of the time, they get along better than the Walton kids did, Jack."
"We do have some kids who've been on the dark side of what a family should be and probably go out of their way to not make waves, even if someone makes them angry."
"I think that's one of the positives in each one getting one-on-one time with you away from the others. They know that they can tell you anything and you'll handle it in a loving manner - even it's just changing someone's pillow so they don't snore and keep someone else awake."
"That's not as small a thing as you might think, Sarah. Missing sleep on a regular basis can make you angry, unreasonable and perhaps impossible to deal with. And ensuring that those with the tiniest bladders go pee immediately before getting in bed so they don't leak on the way to the toilet in the morning."
"I had a hard time not laughing when I heard that. I'm glad you could control the mirth long enough to resolve things."
"That's why kids need two parents - someone to do the work while the other one laughs."
"I have some 'work' for you, Mr. Wilson."
"Tell me about it, Mrs. Wilson."
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:14:34 GMT -6
Friday, 3 December, 3:10AM
CRASH!
"Momma!"
"Mommy!"
"What is it, Jack?"
"The thunderstorm I expected. Lightning hit the transformer at the road. It's still smoking. We're definitely in the dark until it's replaced and we may have other damage from the surge caused by lightning hitting the transformer. I'll take my little flashlight and check on kids. You and Joe take flashlights and your noses and check for things that are scorched or burnt."
"Will do."
First the younger girls. Celia has the flashlight out and they're all snuggled with her.
"The storm made it dark again, Daddy?"
"Yes, Celia. Would any of you like to snuggle with a parent?"
"Me, Daddy?"
"Yes, Rachel."
"Me, too?"
"Yes, Leah. You two come with me. If any of the rest of you change your minds, we'll make room for you even if we have to sleep in the floor to have a place everyone can snuggle."
"Can you help us put the mattresses together so we have a big bed on the floor?"
"Yes, Debbie."
Now the older girls. Michelle isn't alone on the sofa. Amelia and Alicia are on either side of her.
"Any of you kids want to snuggle with a parent?"
"My sisters are taking good care of me, Daddy."
"If any of you change your minds, we'll make room for as many as needed even if we sleep in the floor."
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Amelia?"
"Will it get cold in the house with the power off?"
"Yes. Remember that two can snuggle on one bed and use the blankets from both beds to stay warmer. There's a fireplace in the family room and a pot-bellied stove on the sun porch by the kitchen. There's firewood out back, so we'll get fires going. Remember that this will be like using the kerosene heaters - an adult will have 'stove duty' in the morning to get things warm before you come down. Remember how great you thought the smooth-top stove was? It's electric so we can't use it. Cooking will be done on the pot-bellied stove or in the fireplace if we can find the proper pots and tools."
"They're in the workshop, Daddy."
"You saw them, Michelle?"
"When you told me to hide behind that door. They're in that closet."
"Thank you. You just made cooking breakfast a little easier."
"What about lights? My hand will get really tired if I have to squeeze all during breakfast."
"I saw a couple of kerosene lamps in the workshop. I'll check the shed the mower is stored in for a can of kerosene."
"That'll be like Little House."
"Yes, Alicia, it will."
"What about water?"
"The water here comes from a well and the pump is electric. There might be enough water for washing hands this morning, then we'll be using the well bucket that one of you thought was 'so cute'."
"It's hard work when you crank the full bucket up."
"Yes, Lisa. Everyone who is big enough will be working at something."
"The fridge won't stay cold!"
"Neither will the freezer, Maddie. We must be very careful about how often and how long the fridge and freezer doors are opened. If the damage is limited to just the one transformer, we might get power back during the day. What if other transformers are damaged? When can the repair crew get to us? Do they have enough spare transformers to replace all of them?"
"You're scaring me, Daddy!"
"Sorry, Amelia, but I want you to know that this could be like the power outage when we were at Alicia's house."
"Can you put together all the stuff you did there?"
"Possibly. If work on the compound is far enough along, it might be easier for us to move back home. Everything there is reported to either be working or only be a day or two away and we have alternatives in place for anything that isn't working. All of you in one bed or another. You can get more sleep before breakfast. I'll go get the stove and fireplace ready."
"He's right about snuggling and having both blankets over both of you. Me and Alicia didn't listen the first time we had a cold night at the other house and we almost froze. Put your clothes for tomorrow in bed with you so they'll be warm in the morning."
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Firewood in two lengths - probably stove and fireplace. Kindling. Even a canvas carrier. I think two loads of each length to get both stove and fireplace going and have some wood for later in the morning.
Nice that the last user cleaned everything out. Set the fire in the stove. Click my Bic. Give it a couple of minutes and then adjust the air inlets and the damper. It's going nicely. To the fireplace.
There's a grate. Not having a bed of ashes, I'll build a 'slot fire' on the grate. Back outside for some unsplit wood for the back, side and top logs. Smaller pieces in the slot. Damper open. Roll a sheet of newspaper and light it to warm the chimney and get the draft going. Last few inches of the newspaper under the grate to get the kindling going. Open a window a half inch as close as possible to each fire. That improved the draft. Close the screen doors on the fireplace. The smaller pieces are going nicely. Back to the stove.
Wish I had the 'cage' we used on the kerosene heater. Back to the workshop to see if there's anything I could use as a fence. Baby gate? Put it across the doorway between the kitchen and the sun room? The gate's foot operated so not a lot of hassle for the adults. Get the kerosene lamps. To the shed to check for kero. Modern clear kero in plastic jugs and a hand pump. I'll be happy to use whatever is here. Outside. Fill all three lamps. Jug and pump back in the shed. Get one lamp inside and lit in the kitchen. Then back for the other two lamps. One lamp in the family room, the other in the sun room - also need a little light to cook by. Then the baby gate. Check the stove and add a little more wood. Check the fireplace. Add a couple of smaller pieces to the slot. The front of the sofa is getting warm. That's the biggest positive of a slot fire - the heat is mostly contained by the back, side and top logs and it radiates out into the room.
Back outside and check that closet for cooking gear. Very good selection. Put the pieces I want in a milk crate and take them all in. This cast iron cookware is heavy! The enameled coffee pot is filled and on the stove. Also the tea kettle and a pot of water - kids will probably want hot chocolate and the tea kettle's whistle will tell me when the water is hot. Don't have cashews or orange gummy worms for the oatmeal, but do have cinnamon and peanut butter. Breakfast will be another "you've never had this" oatmeal. That will require a close watch so it doesn't stick or burn. Found an IR thermometer in the workshop. Any 9 volt batteries in the drawer? Yes! Old battery out, new battery in. Do a quick map of the stovetop. I think this spot will be a good place to cook oatmeal. Check the firebox and add some wood. Back to the fireplace.
Warming nicely in here, all things considered. Add more pieces that will fit in the slot. The top log is beginning to burn. It will drop into the slot in an hour or so and can be moved around to make room for the new top log. There's the whistle of the tea kettle. Move it, the coffee pot and the pot of water to a cooler area of the stovetop to keep them hot but not boiling. Quick wash and rinse of the cast iron pots and skillets for the stove and the fireplace. Put the fireplace crane in place for future use.
I hear movement upstairs. Amelia and Alicia telling all the others that they should have sweatshirts and socks. Gotta love these responsible kids - just need to remember to not let them take on too much responsibility. Warm clothes for the younger ones in the morning is OK. They'll get one flush each on the toilets and then it's bucket time.
"Morning, Jack."
"Morning, Joe. Coffee on the pot-bellied stove. I'll assume you woke the girls."
"Amelia came in and woke me and asked me to wake the others since you were busy 'making it warm'. I prefer the 'chore' I wound up with to hauling wood and setting fires. Since we have light, heat and cooking gear suited to the heat sources, I assume you've been up since the lightning hit?"
"That would be correct. The landline phone is also out - no surprise there as the phone line is on the same pole as the transformer. Didn't have any bars on the cell phone when I checked it just after the lightning hit. I'll walk around the house and see if there's any signal now. If not, we might have to drive some distance to find a working phone or cell tower. If the repair estimate is more than a day or so, we could go home. Everything we need is available there. When I get enough cell signal to text, I'll ask the Colonel for an updated status report."
One bar in the back of the house. Try texting Tim and the power company and the local phone company.
[Tim. No power or phone after lightning hit around 3. Heating and cooking with wood. Status on the compound?]
[Power out at 660-555-2781. Lightning hit transformer. Landline also out. Repair estimate? Have twelve kids under age ten. Wood heat not ideal.]
[Phone 660-555-2781 out after lightning hit transformer on shared pole.]
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I hear a larger vehicle. It's very quiet with no fridge or freezer or TV. See a Humvee and a semi. Guess the semi hides the sound of the Humvee.
Knock. Knock.
"Morning, Tim. You want coffee?"
"No power, no phone, burning wood and you offer coffee like it was a normal day."
"More or less normal for us, considering the past few months. Just don't have our alternative power and water available."
"I have less than good news about that. A militia group tried to take over your new compound yesterday - just after the lights came back on. Tom's troops stopped them but the place will need major cleaning and repair to make it habitable. Joe, is your family's farm very far from the nearest town?"
"Probably close to 70 miles. Mostly little roads. Many still gravel."
"Is there space there for the size of the current family?"
"There are six rooms that could be used for bedrooms, so I think so."
"We can strip the equipment from the houses at the compound and move it to that farm in less time than we can clean and repair the houses. You'll also be out of the travel paths of most of the people looking for food, water, shelter and other things. We'll move people, equipment and supplies and I'll leave a squad with you for a week or so to provide labor and security, if needed. Once your surveillance gear is up, you'll know what's going on around you 24/7. We can have vehicles here around 1400. Does that work for you?"
"Sarah?"
"Jack, I'd like to get the kids fed and have a little discussion before we commit to anything. I think we can be packed up in a couple of hours but the kids need some advance notice."
"Joe?"
"I agree with Sarah, Jack. An hour to eat and discuss. If we decide to go, two hours to be packed and ready."
"Tim, can you wait an hour for an answer?"
"I didn't expect you to be able to move that fast. Text me in an hour."
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
[Power restoral at your location is 72 to 96 hours.]
"Three or four days to get power back."
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
[Phone restoral will follow power cleanup: grounding tests, etc. 4 to 5 days.]
"Four or five days for the landline phone and internet."
"Looks as though the decision's been made for…"
"I'm hungry!"
"Me too!"
"Wash your hands, kids. Yes, Celia, dipper and pan. Yes, Maddie, it's cold water. Breakfast is oatmeal. No, Leah, not the orange cashew variety. It is one of my recipes."
"OK, Daddy. Just a little bowl. And something warm to drink?"
"Sarah, would you handle the hot chocolate? The tea kettle is on the stove."
"This oatmeal smells funny."
"I don't hear you laughing."
"You know what I mean, Daddy. It doesn't smell like oatmeal."
"Neither does the other one, Celia."
"OK, just a little bite. Hey! What is this? It's good!"
"Jack, you have another winner if Celia likes it."
"I think the others do also. All I hear is the scrape of spoons against bowls and the occasional slurp of hot chocolate. When they finish and clear the table, I have bacon and eggs ready to go in skillets here and at the fireplace."
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"So we can move to Grandpa Joe's farm and have our own water and electricity and have a big garden and chickens and cows and stuff?"
"Yes, Celia. Lots of 'stuff'. Having animals and growing our own food means that everyone will have work to do. With chickens, someone must gather eggs every day and the chickens must have feed and water. Cows need to be milked and they need feed and water. All the animals need someone to do cleanup…"
"Cleanup?"
"Yes, Alicia. Animals poop on the ground - on the floor if they're in a barn or chicken house - so regular cleaning is required."
"Can't they wear diapers?"
"No, Rachel, we won't be using diapers on farm animals. You will need to watch where you walk if you're in the barn or the chicken pen or the pasture."
"But the garden will be easier than the animals."
"Better because it's usually just dirt, Debbie, except when we spread the manure for fertilizer, but some of you will be pulling weeds or using a hoe to cut them and dig them out. Some of you will be helping with planting and that means bending over and putting things in the ground. When things are ripe, there'll be picking and prepping for canning or drying or freezing. When certain crops are in season, we'll be eating a lot of beans or corn or potatoes or broccoli or whatever. Like the oatmeal, we'll eat what we have."
"Or we stay here where we don't have any alternatives and might not have power or water and I know I can't use the chainsaw and axe to get more firewood so I'll be cold. I wanna go, Daddy!"
"Thank you, Amelia. That's one vote. I want the rest of you to think and talk about this for a little while. We'll call you all together again to see what questions you may have and make a decision then. This doesn't require a unanimous vote like bringing in another family member. This just requires a majority - that's one more than half. If you don't understand about 'one more than half', ask your big sister."
"I think we're two months into a high school Civics class - majority versus unanimous. You really think they'll decide to go, Jack."
"Joe, after Amelia's comment about 'being cold', I think they all would have agreed if I had asked then. Much better if they have some time to think and talk and come up with questions."
"And much happier kids when they get to choose."
"Very true, Mrs. Wilson."
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"Momma?"
"Yes, Amelia?"
"I have a question about something in the workshop."
"Get your coat and we'll go."
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"Your question, Amelia?"
"Well, uh… it's uh… about uh… you and Daddy."
"What about us?"
"Well, uh… I'm not uh… I'm not sure how to ask."
"You know you can ask me anything."
"Well, uh… uh…"
"Just ask, Amelia."
"At Grandpa Joe's farm, will you have a soundproof bedroom? You kept me and Alicia awake a long time last night!"
"I wondered if I was too loud. Sorry, Amelia. It's been a while and Jack is very good at some things."
"But can you find a place where we don't hear you?"
"We'll see what can be done, Amelia. I don't remember enough about the house to know whether all the bedrooms are on the same level. I never thought I'd be having a conversation like this with anyone under 18, but you are not a typical nine year old."
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"All my kids to the kitchen."
"Where it's warm."
"Any questions about moving to the farm?"
"You said chickens and cows. Where will they come from?"
"The Colonel has arranged for some chickens and two cows for milking."
"Will we have horses or pigs or anything else?"
"I don't know yet, Lisa. If we can get fuel for a tractor, we'll farm that way. If fuel isn't available, we'll be looking for horses to pull plows and other things. That's an answer that we'll work out after we get there."
"Is there running water?"
"Alicia, if power is on, yes. If not, we'll use the system we had at your house with running cold water from collected rain or maybe the well near the house. Again, that's an answer we'll work out when we get there."
"Will we bake bread?"
"Yes, Debbie. Wheat bread if we grow wheat. Corn bread if we grow corn. Grinding the corn kernels into corn meal or wheat berries into flour will be chores some of you will help with."
"Just some of us?"
"Yes, Paige. Grinding grain is hard work and I don't know how much of that the younger kids can do. We'll let each of you try and see who's the best choice for that chore."
"But I'll get to do something?"
"Yes. I think you can probably feed the chickens. We'll let you try other things and see which you can do. That goes for all of you."
"Can we drive the tractor?"
"No, Amelia. That's a matter of physical size. You'll probably have to be about 12 before you're tall enough and your arms are long enough to reach everything."
"Milk the cow?"
"Do you remember the words of 'The Twelve Days of Christmas'? There's a line about 'maids milking'. Maids would have been girls maybe a little older than any of you, but milking is something we'll let you try. You hands must be large enough and strong enough to milk."
"So we get to do anything we're big enough to do?"
"If you show us that you can do it safely."
"What's not safe about milking a cow?"
"If she doesn't like the way you handle her teats, she might kick you. You think that might hurt?"
"Would handling her teats wrong be like getting a hard pinch on my nipple?"
"Probably similar, Amelia."
"Then teach me to do it gently. I wouldn't like that either."
"Other questions?"
"Are there enough rooms that we can do the bunk rooms by age? Just me and Rachel and Paige together?"
"I think so, Shannon, but we need to see the rooms so we can decide who will fit where. That's another answer we'll get after we get there. Any more questions?"
"OK. Vote by raising your hands. Who is willing to go?"
"I have that count, Jack."
"Who is not willing to go?"
"I have that count."
"Were my kids counting hands?"
"Don't hafta count, Daddy, all of us will go!"
"Correct, Hannah. All those going need to go pack. We'll be leaving when the Colonel gets back with the trucks. Sarah and Joe and I will be around to see if any of you need help packing. If something comes up after we come by, come find one of us or just yell when you see us go by your room. I should tell the Colonel that we're going."
[Tim. All agree on the farm. Kids are packing now. How do you plan to stage this?]
"What about the perishable food, Jack?"
"The 12 volt Engel coolers might be big enough for all of it. If not, dump all the ice into the other coolers and use them as needed. We shouldn't be on the road more than 8 hours or so. Since we'll be traveling after dark, I'll guess that means one meal and some snacks as we travel. PB&J keeps well, so maybe a sack lunch for each person? Add some chips and the brownies they baked yesterday. Not sure what we have to drink, but something other than water might please the kids. Thermos or two each of coffee and hot tea for the adults. We may need the caffeine before we get there."
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
[Will send squad ahead to check farm. Ask Joe about anything that needs attention - water, firewood, etc. People mover is a bus with reclining seats and a restroom. Be there in 30 minutes.]
"The Colonel will be here in 30 minutes. He's sending a squad ahead to check the place. Joe, is there anything that needs attention? Tim mentioned water and firewood."
"There's an LP furnace that could be lit and the house will be at least warmer than outside. If power is on, the breakers for the water pump are in the basement. There's a key to the house zip-tied to the clapper of the bell out back."
"Text Tim about that and anything else that needs to be ready when we get there. Here's the number. We'll be on a bus with reclining seats and a restroom, so a place for naps - and sleeping if we're on the road after bedtime. Sarah, would you check that all the kids have a blanket and their favorite comfy object? Probably should have some books and games and whatever else might keep them occupied for 8 hours or longer."
"You remember the book for their bedtime story, Mr. Wilson."
"At the top of my backpack, Mrs. Wilson."
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Friday, 3 December, 1:50PM
"Are we there yet?"
"No, Rachel. We're still in the driveway."
Can I use a little mental power to improve the trip?
(Kids, do not ask "Are we there yet?" or "How much longer?" until after dark.)
'Jack, did you just give all the kids a suggestion?'
'I tried to.'
'I could "hear" you, but it wasn't directed at me. That's an impressive ability.'
'Not one that I would have asked for, given the circumstances. Getting it almost killed me.'
'Rather have you. You with the ability is a bonus.'
'The older ones have books and a couple of them are reading to the younger ones.'
'More of your "caught, not taught" parenting. The little ones always like getting attention from the older kids.'
'What did Amelia want?'
'She asked if you and I would have a soundproof bedroom at Joe's farm.'
'What?'
'She said my yelling kept her and Alicia awake.'
'You did get a bit loud.'
'You are very good at some of the things you do.'
'Any chance they'll banish us to the hayloft?'
'Best we not give them any ideas.'
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Bang!
Whumpity! Whumpity! Whumpity!
"What's that, Daddy?"
"A flat tire, Maddie. Might be a blowout but might be something else."
"Somebody shooting at us?"
"We'll find out. Kids in the aisle and sit on the floor. You don't want to be target in a window."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Mr. Wilson, the Colonel's on the radio."
{Yes, Tim?}
{What happened, Jack?}
{Flat tire. One of the duals at the back. Perhaps a blowout, perhaps shot. You have tire changing equipment?}
{Spare tires, but no jack big enough. There's a truck stop about 10 miles ahead. Is the bus OK for that distance?}
{If we keep the speed down. No more than 30. May have to adjust that based on tire flap.}
{I'll put a Humvee with a manned .50 as the lead vehicle. You armed?}
{Yes. Joe is arming the older kids as we speak.}
{Tom told me how scary Amelia was with the .22 rifle in hand. I'll guess the 'scary' factor goes up by more than four times when four of them are armed.}
{Five of them. Sammy is also armed.}
{I'll caution my troops. Don't want to lose one of them to "friendly fire".}
"Can we get back up, Daddy?"
"Sorry, Celia, but I want all of you to stay down until we know whether the tire blew from some problem with it or someone shot at us."
"You're scaring me, Daddy!"
"Sorry, sweetie, but I want you to know what is happening. The older kids have their guns so they'll help keep you safe."
"Sammy?"
"I'm here, Shannon."
"Hold me?"
"Yes."
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"Mr. Wilson, the Colonel is on the radio again."
{Yes, Tim?}
{I'll send a squad ahead to check before you get to the truck stop. Anything major, we can have aircraft here in 10 minutes or so.}
{Very good.}
{Stay by the radio and I'll give real-time updates.}
{I'll be here.}
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{Jack. UN vehicles at the truck stop. Warthogs are coming in to handle the bigger vehicles. Expect to find troops hiding inside the buildings when we stop.}
{Roger.}
"Kids, there are UN troops at the truck stop…"
"The mean ones with blue hats?"
"Yes, Hannah. I want all of you to stay on the bus until we tell you it's safe to get off. Yes, I know you're tired of riding. When it's safe, we'll let you run around outside and maybe potty in a real restroom instead of the tiny closet on this bus."
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{Jack.}
{Yes, Tim?}
{The larger UN vehicles are disabled. Still getting occasional small arms fire from someone in the restaurant. I'll have the Cougars block that side of the bus while you get it back to the garage. Estimated repair time is 30 minutes but I want you involved in a thorough search of the bus - inside and out. The Cougars aren't comfortable but they are safe. Divide your tribe between them while we search. If it's close enough to your usual supper time, now might be a good time for the kids to eat.}
{Will do.}
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"Tim, you should see this."
"What am I looking at?"
"This shaped charge in the luggage compartment on the damaged side of the bus. Looks like the wiring from the receiver wasn't done very well, so only one of the two charges exploded."
"Receiver? This was done remotely?"
"Probably a nearby 'remote'. These receivers are very short range, so either a small transmitter close by or a very powerful transmitter at a distance."
"How big for 100 yards or so?"
"Cell phone size."
"How did it only take out one tire?"
"Stupidity. The charge has the wrong shape to hit both tires from where it's mounted. The one that did explode got one tire and the corner of the holding tank for the toilet instead of both rear tires on that side. Had we lost both tires on this side on the downhill side of that curve, the bus would have slewed into the guardrail, rolled and ended up on the rocks down below. On a more positive note, the hole in the holding tank may be fixable - I just need to see what supplies are available."
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"So you're our resident plumber today, Mr. Wilson?"
"Whatever you need, Mrs. Wilson."
"While the patch on the holding tank dries, would you make a potty run with the youngest girls? Those little bladders are overfull."
"Sure. Tim said they'd cleared the restaurant so I'll take the girls. Sammy, you want to help me with guard duty?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Girls, there are enough stalls that all of you can go at the same time. Remember to flush and wash your hands."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Sammy, you use the men's room and I'll stay here by their door until you return."
"OK."
"Done, Daddy."
"You watch here and I'll be back in a minute."
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"No! Let me go! DADDY!"
"Mister, I don't want to shoot you but I will if you don't put my friend down."
"With that toy gun, boy? I don't think so. I might just take you with me. His Grace might like to try a new boy."
"Not this time, stupid! That cold metal on the side of your head is the barrel of a 12 gauge. The first round is a slug. Nice, neat hole and it won't hit Shannon. She might get a little blood and gore on her, but that washes off. Put her down gently."
"You're crazy!"
"No, I just respond with force when someone touches one of my kids. Sammy, you hold Shannon."
"Yes, Daddy."
"They told me these kids didn't have any family."
"Not any that cared what happened to them then, but I've adopted a number of kids that your group had used and abused. Some of them are armed as Sammy is but some of the younger ones are more dangerous with a baseball bat. You want to tell me where the others are or do you need persuasion?"
"You can't make me talk!"
"You can't get loose from this grip and the shotgun is aimed at your knee. Do you have any idea how much damage a slug can do there?"
"You wouldn't."
Boom!
"Aiee!!"
"You have one knee left. With it and crutches, you can still get around. Where are the others?"
"You can't shoot again, you didn't pump the gun!"
"You never saw a semi-auto shotgun before? Look closer. After the first round, all I do is pull the trigger."
"Jeez, you are crazy! Don't shoot me again! There are five more in the dumpster out back, armed with AK's and a couple of RPG's."
"Shannon, where was he?"
"In the ceiling. He knocked some pieces down and grabbed me before I could unlock the door."
"Other girls; hold my belt and stay behind me. Sammy, you stay close behind them."
"Yes, Daddy."
"What about me?"
"If you were truthful, I'll send in a medic. If not, you'll bleed out when you pass out and the tourniquet gets loose."
Phone has one bar. I should have grabbed one of their radios. Text Tim.
[Tim. Five in the dumpster. AK's and some RPG's. One by the restrooms needs a medic. Clear to come out?]
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
[Assumed one shot from the 12 gauge was you. Two bottles of Everclear going in/on the dumpster as Molotov cocktails. I'll send someone to you when clear. Stay low.]
"Kids, there'll be shooting outside in a minute. We need to be down low. These brick planters will stop any bullets so sit on the side away from the windows. Yes, I'll do a big hug for all of you."
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"Jack, you still here?"
"Yes, Tim."
"Do you have a dollar bill?"
"Yes. Why?"
"I want to play some music for these guys while we talk to them."
"What selection?"
"The third Johnny Cash song."
"I guess 'Ring of Fire' is appropriate, considering how you got them out of the dumpster."
"You crazy! We UN. Have immunity."
"You hurt our kids. There is no immunity. You talk or there is pain and death. Columbo, you have that one on a stretcher?"
"Yes, sir."
"Bring him out here. You boys see that hole where his knee was? That's what a 12 gauge slug does to a knee. I have 8 more rounds in here. Li, you're next. Tell me about the others."
"No! You can't! UN immunity!"
"UN stupidity."
Boom!
"Aiee!"
"Sheng, you're next."
"I tell! I tell! Mandarin?"
"Tim, I think this might be a job for Bradford. I have some kids to calm."
"On his way in, Jack. You go do what you do best - next to starting an interrogation."
"Sammy, Shannon, Rachel, Paige. Holding on as you were before we got on the floor."
"Yes, Daddy."
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"Jack, I'll assume that you fired the shotgun twice and that others were involved in a larger firefight."
"One man who was with 'Grace' tried to get me but Sammy told him to put me down then Daddy shot him!"
"'Grace', Jack?"
"Lisa told me that there was one man in a white robe who had a girl's name but couldn't remember it. People kept telling him 'You're Grace'."
"What's so funny, Mommy?"
"Something I'll have to explain when you're well along in your reading, Shannon. For now, I'm just glad that all of you are safe."
"Sarah, I think our delays so far will put us at the farm well after the kids are asleep. I'll read the next book just before dark and give goodnight hugs and kisses then. We can carry them in to bed if needed."
"Everything will be ready when we get there, Dad?"
"If Tim's people were able to do all the things I requested, Sarah. If not, it won't be the first time we've made do with what we could find."
"I'd suggest that each adult try for an hour or so nap before dark so we'll all be awake if anything else unexpected happens before we get there."
"You first, Jack. I can see that you're tired."
"Yes, ma'am, Mrs. Wilson."
"You goof. You, too, Dad."
"Yes, Mrs. Wilson."
"You're worse than Jack is."
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We're slowing down. I hear the difference in the engine and the tire noise. I set my watch alarm earlier and it hasn't gone off so it's been less than an hour.
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
[Jack. Bridge out ahead. This road was OK eight hours ago. Bringing in a couple of choppers to scan the area. Have bridging equipment on one of the semi's if needed.]
"Kids, I need you sitting in the aisle again."
"Why, Daddy?"
"Amelia, the Humvee that's scouting ahead says there's a bridge out in front of us. That bridge was OK this morning. The Colonel is bringing up some helicopters to see if someone might be waiting to shoot at us. That's a very good reason to not have any little heads visible as targets."
"I'm down."
"Me too."
"Me."
"Just do it, kids. I can see if you're down."
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"Daddy?"
"Yes, Maddie?"
"There's somebody outside and they're close - like maybe at the edge of the road."
"Which side?"
"Both sides."
"How many?"
"I think three on that side and five on this side."
"Where are they hiding?"
"In the drainpipe on that side. Behind the trees on this side."
"Which trees?"
"The one that looks like a witch's arms reaching up and the ones that look like Christmas trees."
[Tim. Maddie feels there are people outside the bus. Three in the galvanized drainpipe on the driver's side. Five behind the short firs and the big oak on the other side. I don't see them but she knew I was alive and in the area.]
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
[Unloading an Abrams now. They'll drive with one track on the drainpipe coming in and go through the small trees going out. We'll consider it a target-rich environment.]
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"What's that noise, Daddy?"
"Lisa, that's a tank. It's driving on the side of the road to collapse the metal drainpipe that people are hiding in. They either come out or they get crushed. If they come out shooting, we'll shoot back. All of you stay down."
"Yes, Daddy."
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"Well, damn! These are kids. Driver, get me the Colonel."
"Sir."
{Tim. Stop the tank. There are kids in the pipe. Bring the tank to the center of the road to cover them as they exit and I'll go meet them.}
{Will do.}
"Lisa, Debbie, Shannon. I need you to help me with the kids who were hiding in the pipe. They might not be anyone you know but they could be. Either way, you can guess what may have happened to them."
"Yes, Daddy. We'll help."
"Bullet resistant vests for all of you. I don't yet know who's in the trees and you need to be as safe as I can make you."
"We love you, too."
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"Kids in the pipe. Do you know Lisa or Debbie or Shannon?"
"Lisa? It's Crystal and my little sister Cynthia and my cousin Charlotte."
"It's me, wine glass."
"It is you! But who's he?"
"He's our new Daddy. We have a new Momma, too. They adopted all of us. And a new Grandpa. They're on the bus. C'mon and I'll show you. Maddie's there, too."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. He's the best Daddy ever. Would me and Debbie and Shannon be smiling if we weren't happy?"
"I guess you're the happiest I've ever seen you. What do we call your parents?"
"He's Mister Jack. She's Miss Sarah. You look like you need some hugs. Daddy, this is my friend Crystal and her sister Cynthia and her cousin Charlotte."
"Hello, Crystal. You can call me Mister Jack."
"Hi."
"Hello, Cynthia. You can call me Mister Jack."
"Hi."
"Hello, Charlotte. You can call me Mister Jack."
"You're blue! Hold me?"
"OK, Charlotte. Lisa, we need to be back on the bus. We don't know who's behind the trees."
"There's five of them looking for us! Don't let 'em know we're here! I'll do anything!"
"On the bus, Crystal. The tank will take care of those people."
"How?"
"Run over them if they don't move. Shoot them if they start shooting. Chase them down if they run."
"What we gotta do to stay with you? I been used in all my holes but I think Cyndy just in her butt and mouth. Charlie won't tell me but I'm pretty sure at least as much as Cyndy."
"You ask. We talk. All the kids vote on you."
"That's how I got in the family."
"Michelle? How'd you get here?"
"Michelle's journey is a long story, Crystal. I think you and the others probably need to eat and drink something. We don't have a shower on the bus but we might manage some basic washing with the water we have in jugs and bottles. Sorry, it'll be cold water - no way to heat it on the bus."
"What we gotta do for food? You use all of us?"
"No. Just remember to say 'Thank you.'"
"You're weird."
"No, Crissy. He's the best Daddy ever."
"How do you know that, Charlie?"
"His colors. He's blue, with purple edges. He's gotta be the most loving, caring person I've ever seen!"
"Charlotte, what do you want to do first? Eat or get a sponge bath?"
"Snuggle in your lap until I feel safe. Then eat. Then a bath. Will you help me wash?"
"Charlie! What are you doing?"
"Getting safe. You'll like his lap, Crissy."
"You want to tell me about what happened to you, Charlotte?"
"Not yet. Maybe when it's just you and me? Call me Charlie?"
"OK, Charlie. We'll have a long talk when we get to the farm."
"A farm? With animals and fresh tomatoes and stuff?"
"Animals now. Chickens and cows. Tomatoes and other things after the garden is planted next spring, although we might grow a few things in the greenhouse."
"Can I help? I love doing stuff in the garden!"
"Yes. All our kids will be helping with something."
"I love you, Mister Jack!"
"I might like you a little bit, Charlie. We have a little something for you to eat. It isn't fancy. We packed sack lunches for everyone on the bus and you'll be getting what the others didn't eat. Tomorrow's meals will be better."
"But the bread is yummy!"
"The kids helped bake the bread."
"We get to cook?"
"You may do the things that you show me you can do safely."
"You sound like a daddy and we're not your kids."
"I take care of the kids who are with me, whether they're family or not."
"That's what I thought from your blue with purple edges. Crissy, finish your sandwich. You need some lap time. Cyndy's in Miss Sarah's lap and she's almost asleep."
"I don't hafta do anything for the food?"
"Just say 'Thank you'."
"Thank you! Can I try your lap?"
"Yes. You want your head on my shoulder?"
"Un huh. You're right, Charlie. I feel safe here."
"Charlie?"
"Yes, Mister Jack?"
"If you want a lap to nap in, ask Grandpa Joe."
"You're blue, too! Can I sleep in your lap, Grandpa?"
"Yes, Charlie."
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"And it took them all of four minutes to be asleep. Sarah, I think it's likely that Charlie is related to you. They're cousins, so perhaps all of them are related to you?"
"You can get them to talk it out tomorrow. Considering the spot that's growing on Crystal's jeans, I'd say she needs medical care. Lisa, would you take Cyndy so I can check Crystal for injuries?"
"Yes, Momma."
"Tomorrow, I'll see how many relatives Charlie knows. Another tear, Jack. She's been bleeding a while. Your hands here and here. Good thing you had that nap. I'll be tapping into a lot of your power."
"Huh? What?"
"Crystal, it's Mister Jack. Do you remember seeing Lisa and getting on a bus?"
"Un huh. But no beds on this bus. I feel better. Kinda warm inside."
"You were hurt by some of the people who were looking for you…"
"How'd you know?"
"You went to sleep so quickly and you were very cold. Miss Sarah is a healer and she fixed the tear inside you…"
"They did that with the big plastic thing?"
"Yes. You need more 'doctoring' than we can do so I've asked a medic - that's the Army word for doctor - to come check on you. He might be giving you plasma or some other IV medication."
"If you think I need it, I'll do it."
"Is this the same girl who didn't trust me at all earlier?"
"I felt the warm from your hands go inside and fix me. You are the best Daddy ever."
"Sarah?"
"Jack, I think we have an undeveloped perceptive."
"'Perceptive'?"
"Crystal, that's someone like Charlie who sees 'colors' and has some other abilities."
"I never did that."
"You may not remember it, but you probably did when you were three or four. You may have been too scared by other things that happened to be able to develop your ability."
"I could be like Charlie?"
"You said you were cousins. The ability runs in families. We'll talk more tomorrow. Would you like that sponge bath with cold water and some clean clothes to sleep in?"
"Mister Jack, will you help me wash?"
"We will."
"We?"
"You and either Miss Sarah or me."
"You."
"Why me, Crystal?"
"Charlie trusts you. She always knows who to trust. Call me Crissy?"
"OK, Crissy. The toilet is a very small space so you may have to bend and twist in odd positions so we can wash all of you. You wash what you can see and reach. I'll wash your face and neck and back."
"You always tell kids what's gonna happen?"
"Whenever I can. Isn't it less scary that way?"
"Un huh."
"Lisa, who's closest to Crissy's size?"
"Maddie, then me."
"Here's my jammies, Crissy. I can sleep in my jeans."
"Thank you, Maddie."
---
"She's asleep again, Jack?"
"Based on her blood pressure, Columbo thinks she lost more than 10 percent of her blood volume. That's why he had an IV in each of her arms. He doesn't think she'd have survived the night without treatment. She is one tough and responsible kid to have kept on going as long as she did. She's been treated as badly externally as internally - lots of bruises and scarring. She's also exhausted - doesn't respond when I lift an arm. She probably needs steak tomorrow."
"And a lot of lap time."
"Sarah, most of them have needed the release of being able to tell what happened - but only when they feel safe. Crissy and Charlie are close to the right level of 'safe' but I haven't been that close to Cyndy."
"I'm not sure where she is in her ability, but she told me 'Mister Jack is safe'. I think she'll be ready to talk when you can block out enough time."
"What if I did them together as I did Lisa, Debbie and Shannon? A group session, with the option of one-on-one later. It would give them an opportunity for release and their interaction might be as positive as it was for the other group."
"You might wind up in a group session anyway as they seem to have been together for a while."
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"Daddy, do we get a story?"
"Yes, Debbie. It's the next book in the 'puppy' series."
"How do we all snuggle with you on the bus?"
"Hold hands on each seat. The two on the aisle in the front row hold my arms - I need my hands to hold the book. The one on the window side holds hands with the person behind and the one beside her. The one on the aisle holds hands with the one behind her and you zigzag back. Last row holds hand across the aisle to complete the circle."
"That's a funny looking circle."
"That's true, Alicia, but would Rachel have known what a 'loop' was?"
"You always think about all of us."
"It's my job…"
"You're a Daddy."
"Book 2 of the 'puppy' series. 'Once upon a time…'"
---
"Did any of them make it to the end of the story?"
"No, Sarah. I think Amelia's eyes were mostly open until about four pages from the end, but she wasn't really awake. It'll be a good story for tomorrow - the first day at a new house. I also expect to get complaints about missing goodnight hugs and kisses."
"You have told them that you won't wake them for that - most of them, anyway. What about the morning wake up?"
"I think Charlie will be fine with it. I'll ask her about the others."
"How shall I wake you in the morning, Jack?"
"The smell of bacon or a gentle alarm clock. Hopefully your wake up won't include a request for 'stove duty'."
"Agreed. Much better when the slaves do that - even the little ones we call 'thermostats'."
"Should we put Crissy and family in the same room tonight?"
"Yes, Jack. Tomorrow we can ask if they want to be with kids their ages. If power isn't on, I hope you have extra batteries for your little flashlight - they'll need a nightlight in a strange room."
"Have some fresh batteries in olive drab military uniforms. Acquired from Bradford in exchange for looking at his e-reader. It needed a network connection and I showed him how to use the public network in the comms truck. Not fast but it works."
---
"Mr. Wilson, the Colonel is on the radio."
{Yes, Tim?}
{We have the ones who were after the kids. Bradford was in the tank and used the PA system to deliver an ultimatum in English and Mandarin. 'Put your weapons down or we shoot and there's nothing to bury.' Proved to be very effective. They're all in handcuffs and leg irons and terrified that they'll be facing the one who shot Li Xing. The bridging equipment is being placed as we speak and we'll be moving again in about an hour.}
{Any problems ahead?}
{The choppers have been out 50 miles and things are quiet. They'll move out further each hour we're in motion. Columbo was very concerned about one of the new kids. How are they?}
{The new kids are doing as well as can be expected. Fed them some of the sandwiches our kids didn't eat. Crissy crashed very quickly - not surprising with her estimated blood loss. Her pulse is strong and steady, though. At the moment, they're all sleeping quietly. I'll be happy to have no nightmares to deal with tonight.}
{If no additional complications, we should be at the farm about 0130 local time. Tell us if you need any help getting people or things inside. Last report was that everything was quiet and the furnace was running. House should be comfortable when you get there. Where will you put the new kids?}
{Probably in their own bedroom for tonight. Let them sort things out about who they want to be with over the next few days. Most of them have had so few choices that we need to give them opportunities to practice choosing things.}
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:15:02 GMT -6
Saturday, 4 December, 1:00AM
"Mr. Wilson, we're about 30 minutes out."
"Thank you, Watson."
"Sarah?"
"Nice wake up, Jack. You plan to wake all the kids?"
"Just our oldest ones. They can help with getting the younger ones out of shoes and belts. I'll let you wake your Dad."
"Send Amelia."
"They'll both like that."
---
"Hi, Amelia."
"Nice wake up, Daddy, but it's dark."
"It's about 1AM. I want you to wake your Grandpa Joe and I'll wake Alicia, Lisa and Maddie. You four can help get the younger kids into bed: shoes and belts off, to the bathroom if they need it. Here's a squeeze flashlight to keep with you…"
"The power's off?"
"It was on the last I heard, but I don't know whether there are nightlights in place and it's better if we don't wake all the little ones with bright lights."
"You take good care of us, Daddy."
"I might…"
"Like us a little bit."
"Yes. Just enough to fit a 'shortstuff' or a 'munchkin'."
"Alicia told me about her name. You made her very happy."
"You wake Grandpa Joe. I'll wake the other three girls and hand out the flashlights."
"Yes, Daddy."
---
"You're carrying me, Mister Jack?"
"Yes, Crissy. We tried not to wake the kids we're carrying up to bed but some of you are more sensitive to touch than others."
"Your touch woke me 'cause it's gentle and good instead of scary."
"Since you're awake, you keep up with this squeeze flashlight if Charlie or Cyndy needs to pee."
"We're in our own room?"
"The other girls sleep by age. Shannon, Rachel and Paige together. Debbie, Hannah, Celia and Leah together. The others together. You, Cyndy and Charlie together until you choose to change that. I think the three of you might have more bad dreams and need more attention than the others for a while, so perhaps best if you have your own room."
"You read us so good!"
"Maybe I just have a lot of experience?"
"I think you read us good."
---
"Crissy woke as I carried her, Sarah. She said my touch woke her because it was gentle and good. That tells me a lot about what's happened to her - and probably the other two - even if I hadn't seen the marks on her."
"I think you'll get to handle the 'cry to puke' for all of them today or tomorrow, Jack. Dad said to check the bunkhouse out back. It hasn't been used in a while but it should have a couple of beds that were moved out of the house and maybe a sofa. He doesn't remember whether LP heat was installed out there or if it's just a wood stove."
"I'll check it out in the morning. Amelia and the others were a big help with the little ones. Getting them just awake enough to go potty, getting shoes off and getting them tucked in. I did goodnight kisses for them. The others were out of it. Shannon's snuggled on Sammy's shoulder. No surprise that she wants that contact after what happened today."
"Sammy was ready to shoot someone to protect her. I'm glad you were there in time to take over the situation."
"Me too. I don't want any of the kids dealing with the aftermath of shooting someone but it's good to know they're trained if needed. We can't always be with them."
"Which bothers you more than you want to admit, Mr. Wilson. Set your alarm and come put your head on my shoulder after you finish this cup of chamomille tea."
"I'll do that, Mrs. Wilson. Nice that I won't have stove duty in the morning."
"But you will be putting all the alternatives in place this week?"
"I'll have help from the squad Tim left with us. Someone younger to do the heavy work and climb on the roof."
"Finish your tea. Time we were asleep."
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Saturday, 4 December, 6:30AM
"Good morning, Mr. Wilson."
"Nice wake up, Mrs. Wilson. I assume I have morning 'chores'?
"Dad's starting with the older girls. You start with Crissy and the others."
"Actually, I'll start with Charlie and let her tell me about or help me with Crissy and Cyndy."
"That'll work."
"Hi, Charlie."
"Nice wake up, Mister Jack. I knew it was you 'cause it was so gentle."
"Should I wake Crissy or Cyndy this way or just a kiss on the forehead?"
"Start with forehead. Lips might have them fighting before they know it's you."
"Which one first?"
"Crissy. She's the oldest and thinks she should be watching over Cyndy."
"That's what I thought."
"Hi, Crissy."
"Daddy?"
"It's Mister Jack."
"Kiss my lips?"
"Only when you choose."
"I choose lips."
"Good morning."
"That was nice!"
"Should Cyndy get forehead or lips?"
"Gentle on her lips. I think she'll know it's you."
"Hi, Cyndy."
"Daddy?"
"It's Mister Jack."
"That's almost as good as being with my Daddy."
"The house might not be as warm as you'd like, so socks and a sweatshirt to go down to breakfast."
"What's for breakfast?"
"What we find, Cyndy."
"Can we help?"
"I hear noises from downstairs, so some of the other kids are probably already working on it. If you want to help, ask where they need you when you get to the kitchen."
"Can we stay with you?"
"Why, Charlie?"
"'Cause this is a real family where people take care of each other - even cooking for them."
"I need to talk with each of you today…"
"Just the two of us? I don't wanna tell everything to everybody!"
"There's a bunkhouse that we may be able to use. I'll need to check how it's heated. I don't think you want to be anywhere that's the same temperature as outside."
"Un uh!"
"You may find that it helps to talk with the other girls. Lisa, Shannon, Debbie, Michelle, Maddie, Alicia, Leah and Rachel have experienced some of the same things that the three of you have. They understand how you feel and the kinds of help you need."
"It wasn't just us that were used 'til we bled?"
"No, Crissy. That's happened to a lot of kids. I've had a bunch of girls cry themselves to puking when telling me what happened to them…"
"But everybody here looks happy!"
"Maybe being in a safe place and having people who love them in the way they need to be loved could make a difference in how they feel?"
"You'd do me gentle if I asked you to?"
"We'll talk about those things after I know what's happened to you and what you need."
"We can get snuggles and a nap and not hafta do anything else?"
"Crissy, how did you get from the bus to your bed?"
"You were carrying me when I woke up. Oh - I didn't hafta do anything. You just did what I needed. I wanna stay with you!"
"First, each of you talks with me. I'll want to know all that you remember. Who was there? What did they do to you or make you do? Where were you when it happened? I know you may not know all those answers. But you may have seen things that would help me determine where you were. Maybe a picture or a flag or someone in different clothes? For now, just think about these things. We'll talk when I get a place ready for us and you're willing to talk with me. Let's go eat. I hear a little tummy growling at me."
"Cyndy's always hungry in the morning."
"Then Charlie and Crissy hold my hands and Cyndy hold Crissy's hand and we'll go."
"Can I ride on your shoulders?"
"That won't work well in this house, Cyndy. You'd be ducking to not hit your head as we go through every doorway and under most of the lights. Maybe a carry on my hip another time."
"OK. You explain really good."
---
"Oatmeal? I hate oatmeal!"
"I did too, Cyndy, but this is one of Daddy's special recipes. His oatmeal is good. Try a bite of mine."
"Just a little bite, Celia. Hey! This is good! How come nobody ever made me oatmeal like this before?"
"They didn't know Daddy or they didn't have his recipe book."
"He wrote that book?"
"About half the recipes in it."
"Can we cook from the book for lunch and supper and breakfast tomorrow and …"
"No, Crissy. We have a good supply of food, but not a lot of 'fun' food. Mostly we get the basic stuff but something special two or three times a week. We have lots of oatmeal, so you'll get to try oatmeal with gummy worms another day."
"Gummy worms in oatmeal, Mister Jack? Yuck!"
"That's what Celia thought until she tried it, Charlie. Then she wanted seconds."
"It's that good, Amelia?"
"Un huh. You'll like Daddy's green potatoes and blue carrots and potato slices with eyeballs…"
"Eyeballs? Who'd you kill?"
"Cyndy, baby onions look like little eyeballs. We got lots of potatoes and they're boring but they're good with eyeballs and it's fun to say it."
"Potatoes and eyeballs - Grandma Hazel wouldn't like that - but I'd say it to tease her."
"Where does your Grandma Hazel live, Charlie?"
"Miss Sarah, she lives somewhere in Montana."
"Is her name Hazel Jackson?"
"How'd you know that?"
"She's my aunt. Your mother Darla is my cousin so you and I are cousins. Crissy, is your mother's name Diana?"
"How'd you know?"
"Darla and Diana are sisters so they're both my cousins. Have you talked with your Grandma Hazel this year, Charlie?"
"Un uh."
"Cyndy did, Miss Sarah."
"When was that, Crissy?"
"On her birthday in April. Grandma Hazel and Grandpa Bill wanted us to come spend the summer with them but then Momma and Daddy and Aunt Darla and Uncle George were killed when Uncle George's plane crashed and we wound up on the blue buses and… and …"
"In my lap, Crissy. Facing me and your legs on either side. You're hyperventilating so I'll put this bag over your head. You hold it in place."
"It's not helping."
"You can't manage to have the bag covering your face for more than a few seconds. I'll hug you tight and make you work harder to breathe so you calm down some."
"Too tight, Mister Jack! Hard to breathe!"
"Trust me for just a couple of minutes. I don't think you want to be so upset you puke."
"Getting dizzy."
"I'll ease up a little on the hug."
"Better."
"The blue buses are something I want the three of you to tell me about. We can do all one-on-one talking or I can have all three of you at the same time…"
"That can work real good sometimes, Crissy. It did for me and Debbie and Shannon."
"Really, Lisa?"
"Un huh. Listen when he asks you to do things. He really does take good care of us, even if talking about the hurts is hard."
"You OK to stand up now, Crissy?"
"Yes, Da… Mister Jack."
"Let's get everyone some breakfast. Then maybe a warm shower for our newest girls. Then I check on the status of some things outside. Then the 'C' team can get time to talk."
"'C' team, Mister Jack?"
"Crissy, Charlie and Cyndy. Sounds like the 'C' team to me."
"You're silly, Mister Jack, but you made Cyndy smile. That hasn't happened in a long time."
"Not since her 'alarm clock', anyway, Charlie."
"That was nice!"
"Daddy's our 'alarm clock' most mornings. Sometimes it's Grandpa Joe when Daddy isn't here."
"Charlie, what color is your Grandpa Bill?"
"He's like you, Mister Jack. Blue with purple edges."
"Would the 'C' team like to go stay with your Grandma Hazel and Grandpa Bill if we can get you there?"
"We can?"
"I put an 'if' in that, Crissy. It's a big 'if' because travel is difficult now. I can't promise anything but I will ask the people who might know."
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Saturday, 4 December, 9:40AM
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
[Jack, more bad news about GG-183. I'll be there in 20 minutes. Tim.]
"What's that frown, Jack?"
"Tim's on his way. Says he has more bad news about GG-183. I'd hoped we were far enough away from the source to not be affected in a major way. 'A' team, Crissy and Charlie: I want you to keep the younger ones busy while the Colonel is here. I see questions in your faces, so I'll give you the answers I have. Sorry, but I don't know how long it'll take for him to tell us his 'bad news'. Yes, I will tell all of you but in the way that's least scary for the youngest girls. No, I don't know if it changes where we'll be and what we'll be doing. Yes, you may have a hug."
"He reads us good, Charlie."
"Told you so, Crissy."
---
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
I also heard a vehicle approaching. Cameras show two Humvees. Tim is on his way to the door.
Knock. Knock.
"Don't know if I want what you're selling, Tim."
"Good greeting, Jack. I don't want to be 'selling' it either. I see you have the kids elsewhere."
"Oldest group keeping the younger ones busy. I'll explain to them when I know the details."
"Pregnancy rates have dropped drastically where GG-183 has been. Females past puberty are infertile except for the one per cent with the right DNA. We don't yet have enough information to know if girls who were infected before puberty will be similarly affected. There's nothing obvious - they still seem to have normal periods but they're not ovulating. The least bad outcome may be that we lose a generation of children in addition to the people who died from it initially. The worst outcome will be that only the one per cent with the right DNA will be able to bear children in the future. If that's the case, there'll likely be a push for the girls who are fertile to get pregnant as soon as they can safely carry a baby to term - maybe at 13 or 14? The quarantines on the first two rings of states just got much tighter unless you can prove you're part of the one percent. Those people - male and female - are getting just about anything they want. Sarah's girls and some of the others who are related to her will get ID's that put them in the privileged class."
"Add the girls we got yesterday. They're cousins to Sarah. Their grandmother and grandfather live in Montana. The grandfather is described as 'like me' - blue with purple edges. I think we should see about tracing family trees to get the greatest possible genetic diversity but we also need to know about the girls who were exposed before puberty. They'd bring more genetic diversity than being limited to the girls in the one per cent."
"Do the grandparents have space for all of you? You'd be about as far away from the center of infection as possible and probably in a place that's geared toward self-sufficiency."
"We'd be better here for farming because of the longer growing season, but we might be less exposed to other people there. Need to talk with Hazel and Bill."
"You have an address and phone?"
"Sarah?"
"All their info is on here, Tim."
"Thank you. I'll see what's possible and get back with you. Maybe today, more likely tomorrow. Communications are going down inside the quarantine zones and not coming back - just losing too many trained people and either have no one to replace them or no one willing to be in an infected area. Also losing people in areas not yet quarantined as they try to get farther away."
"Sarah had commented that the internet seemed smaller and less capable each time she used it."
"That would be correct. The number of active US web sites is down about 30% today and will probably go down faster if - maybe that's when - GG-183 gets to California. I'm not sure how you'll explain this to kids nine and under. Glad that's your problem. I'll text before I come if the cell towers are up."
"Losing those also?"
"Very few people to monitor or do maintenance so little things that would have been caught before they caused a failure aren't being caught. Sometimes the failure is catastrophic - we lose the cell tower entirely. Sometimes just a portion of its capability. One of my comms guys asked if you could provide 24 volts to power a military radio. If so, we could still have comms."
"I need to know the specs about how many amps at 24 volts for standby, receive and transmit and I'll see what we can re-purpose in the existing solar gear. If your comms guys can handle the FRS frequencies kids' handie-talkies use, we could also have short range portable radio gear."
"I'll ask."
---
"Daddy, you're saying that people can't have babies now?"
"Amelia, most females past puberty who were infected but survived apparently can't. Puberty can mean a lot of things but we're using start of menstruation as the start of puberty. There's a small number who weren't affected - those like you and your mother and your sisters and your cousins who have the unique DNA marker."
"But what about me, Daddy? My period hasn't started yet. Will I be one of those who can't have babies?"
"Alicia, the people researching this don't know yet. They may not know for several years. You know that I think you should know about all the things you're old enough to understand, even when those things might not be good."
"I'm worrying about something I can't safely do for a long time?"
"At least four or five years, maybe longer. That will depend on your body and we don't know what it will do or when."
"But what if I can't have babies?"
"You think maybe some of the girls who can have babies might need help because they could be begging to have babies when their bodies are just barely old enough? You think they might try having a baby every year and the floor just might be carpeted in rug rats that need their diapers changed?"
"I could still be doing 'mother' things even if they weren't children of my body?"
"Yes, loving, caring girl. And don't give up on having babies. By the time your body can safely carry a baby, the researchers may have found positive answers to the question of whether girls infected before puberty can have babies."
"Thank you, Daddy."
---
"Sarah, I'm going out to check the bunkhouse. I think it might be a good place for the 'C' team to talk if there's a decent bed."
"Dad said linens should be in a chest - maybe at the end of the beds? Pillows are probably in plastic bags in the closet. The mattresses have waterproof covers and can be wiped down with a damp cloth if needed."
"What about heat?"
"He remembered that there's an LP heater as well as a small wood stove. If the LP tank is empty, there's plenty of wood in the woodshed. There's a two wheeled cart in the woodshed and a covered rack by the bunkhouse if you want to move several days' worth of wood. Kindling is in baskets in the woodshed. Remember to be armed."
"I am. I checked the cameras and there's nothing moving."
---
No separate thermostat, but the knob on the burner has several scratch marks with what appears to be the outside temperatures they correspond to: 10, 20, 30, 40, 50. Uses a pilot light - or a match - instead of an electronic igniter. Get it lit, control on 40. Let the space warm while I check and make both beds. Found some small towels in the kitchen area. A damp one works nicely to clean a mattress cover. Make the beds. Two blankets each. Three pillows each. What's the thermometer on the wall say? 61. Not sleeping-without-a-blanket warm, but OK if we all pile in one bed and cover with a blanket or two. Need the digital recorder. It can go on the shelf over the bed and point the mic towards us.
Check the bathroom. Water is on here also. Toilet flushes OK. Shower works. All the things that might be needed for some upset little girls. Speaking - well, thinking - of upset girls, I don't remember telling Shannon what Michelle said about Melody. Was Shannon there when we talked about those things? Better ask Sarah. Does not remembering mean that I'm wearing myself out mentally? Better see how much of the day I can manage on physical energy alone. Umph! Walking is more work than I remembered. On the other hand, the doctor said it'd be weeks before I could do this. Maybe moving under mental power has helped condition the muscles faster.
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Saturday, 4 December, 10:40AM
"'C' team, I have a place when you're ready to talk."
"Can we do it now, Mister Jack?"
"Yes, Cyndy. The heater is on in the bunkhouse and the bed is made."
"Bed?"
"My lap isn't big enough for all of you. If I'm on the bed, one of you can be on each shoulder and the smallest one can be on my chest. I can hug all of you that way. If I had more legs, you could all sit in my lap but that doesn't work for this body."
"You're silly!"
"That's what my kids tell me. But it's because their silly rubs off on me when I hug them."
"Mister Jack!"
"Get a jacket. It's nice in the bunkhouse but cool for a walk across the yard."
"OK. How will you remember all that we tell you? If you're hugging us you can't write things down."
"I'll be using this little recorder, Charlie. There's a shelf on the wall above the bed and I'll put the recorder there. It will record all that you say and I'll transfer it to my laptop so I can make copies for the authorities if they need to get involved."
"The blue hats?"
"No, Crissy. The good guys like the Colonel who was at the house this morning and some others."
"We get naked in bed?"
"No, Cyndy. You're not on the buses now so you don't get naked when you're in a room that has a man and a bed. The bed is the only place I can hold all of you. Each of you needs to tell your story to help with healing the hurts. I know it'll hurt and you'll be crying so I have a towel to cover my shirt. If you puke and need a shower, there are clothes for all of you in the bag I brought and shampoo, soap and towels are in the bathroom."
"You are the best Daddy ever!"
"Maybe just the best one at this house?"
"That too."
"Cyndy, I want you to go back as far as you remember."
"Can Crissy go first?"
"Will you, Crissy?"
"Yes, Da… Mister Jack. The police came and told the babysitter that the plane had crashed, then the men in blue hats came and…"
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This will not end well.
"Cyndy, I need you to move so I can get Crissy to the bathroom."
"She's gonna puke?"
"Probably, Cyndy."
"I'll hold her hair."
"Thank you, Charlie."
"What can I do?"
"Cyndy, can you reach the faucet and fix her a glass of water?"
"Un huh."
Here it comes. Damn! It hurts to watch that. I've seen something like this a dozen times but it's still hard to watch when all I can do is hold her and rub her back. She's slowing down.
"Crissy, can you take a sip, swish and spit?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Mister Jack, she said 'Daddy'."
"Charlie, who would you expect to take care of you if you were puking?"
"Momma or Daddy. She hears a man's voice so she thinks 'Daddy'?"
"Very good, smart girl."
"Crissy, do it again."
"OK."
"Can you gargle?"
"Un huh."
"Do it twice."
"Still burns."
"Just a little drink and swallow."
"Better. Still tastes bad."
"Here's a toothbrush. It'll help."
"OK."
"Rinse and spit. Now a little mouthwash. This kind doesn't burn."
"Better."
"Let me wash your face and you need a fresh shirt. Charlie, would you get the blue shirt out of the bag on the other bed?"
"Yes, Mister Jack."
"Fits OK, Crissy?"
"Yes, Da… Mister Jack."
"Back in bed. I think you need to nap and the others need some snuggle time."
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Saturday, 4 December, 12:10PM
"Jack? You awake?"
"Yes, Sarah. But they're not."
"Lunch is ready. You wake them and bring them in."
"Hi, Crissy."
"Nice wake up, Daddy. I know, you're Mister Jack but you treat me like I was your daughter."
"Hi, Charlie."
"Hi, Mister Jack. I sleep so good when I'm on your shoulder."
"Hi, Cyndy."
"Hi, Daddy. I know, you're Mister Jack but only a Daddy would take care of Crissy like you did."
"Lunch is ready. Go pee. There are only three of you sharing one toilet out here. There are a dozen kids plus two adults sharing three toilets inside."
"You even have us doing arithmetic. You treat us just like a Daddy would."
"Wipe and wash your hands. Last girl remember to flush."
---
"You were out there less than two hours, Jack. You'll be going back?"
"Crissy got out the worst of her story but she cried to puke and I let her nap. The others joined her as did I - we were all up late this morning. Charlie and Cyndy need to talk. Cyndy wanted Crissy to go first. Cyndy, do you think you can tell your story if we go back out?"
"Yes, Da… Mister Jack. You took good care of Crissy so I know you'll take good care of me."
"Charlie?"
"Me too, Mister Jack."
"A couple of hours, Jack?"
"At least, Sarah. I copied Crissy's story to the laptop and started burning a CD. I'll do the same when I come back in after the other stories. I need you upstairs for a couple of minutes."
"OK."
'Did you tell Shannon what Michelle said about Melody?'
'No. I assumed you wanted to do that.'
'I hadn't though about it until I was prepping the bunkhouse. Wonder if I'm burning so much mental energy I'm no longer on top of things?'
'You've been busy keeping them fed, sheltered and alive. I'd say that's excellent reason for not remembering. When you stopped to do 'taking care of little girls' things like making a place for them to tell their stories, you thought of Shannon. You just needed to be in the proper frame of mind - and a little more sleep wouldn't hurt. You look much better after your nap.'
'I'll see if I'm up to telling Shannon after I finish with the 'C' team.'
---
Cyndy didn't have quite as much to tell as Crissy and she made it without puking. I did have to remove her snot mask but that's something I've come to expect.
Charlie seems so much older than Crissy, even if she is a month or so younger. She's another deep thinker like Rachel but with almost 5 more years of experience. Guess that deep thinking and the mental maturity are part of her seeming older. She did OK telling me about what happened to her but went to sobs, hiccups and puke when she started telling about some of the other kids. She called me 'Daddy' the whole time she was in front of the toilet and in the shower getting the puke out of her long hair. She's Amelia's cousin but they'd pass for twin sisters. As much as I love Amelia, how could I not love Charlie at first sight? She's in fresh clothes. They're all back in place on me and I'm almost at the end of waiting for them to get an hour's nap before I wake them and ask "Anything else?"
"Hi, Charlie."
"Nice wake up, Daddy. I know, Mister Jack when others can hear but in my heart you'll always be 'Daddy'. Can you do me gentle? There must be something good about it because the men always wanted to do us."
"What you asked for isn't what you need. We'll talk again later."
"Hi, Crissy."
"Hi, Daddy. I know, just when it's us. Mister Jack the rest of the time."
"Hi, Cyndy."
"Hi, Daddy. I know, not anywhere else."
"I want to play back the last five minutes or so of what each of you told me today. Then I want you to think about whether there's anything else you want to tell me - about people, places, things, actions, anything - especially with the reminders of what the other girls have said."
"Daddy?"
"It's something scary, Crissy?"
"Un huh."
"Did we keep you safe yesterday?"
"Un huh."
"Do you think we'll try to keep you safe now?"
"Un huh."
"What's scary?"
"The man with the Colonel today."
"Which one?"
"The one he called Sergeant."
"With blond hair?"
"Un huh."
"What about him, Crissy?"
"He was with the blue hats that got us after the plane crash!"
"Snuggle in. I'll keep you safe. I'll tell the Colonel and he'll take care of the Sergeant or I will. He won't ever bother any of you again. Let me get out my phone."
[Tim. Learned of another mole today. Bring the squad that was with you this morning - and a body bag. Jack.]
Sends a little faster here. I have two bars part of the time.
[Be there in 20 minutes. Just keep him alive long enough for me to interrogate.]
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Saturday, 4 December, 3:10PM
"You're angry again, Jack."
"Sarah, one of the Colonel's trusted people is a mole. Crissy recognized him as one that was with the blue hats that picked them up after the plane crash."
"Which one?"
"The blond Sergeant."
"I'll tell Dad and then tell and arm the older girls. We brought the baseball bats if you want to give the 'C' team that opportunity."
"I think a minute or two of that might be good therapy. I'll offer them the bats when he's down."
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Knock. Knock.
"Come in, Tim. Bring your aide."
"OK, Jack. Holland, inside."
"Sir."
"That's him, Mister Jack!"
"That's all I needed to know. Holland, I know that you're a mole. You're working with the UN. You've been out with them collecting kids to use and abuse. You have several options. You can face me hand-to-hand. You can face our firing squad and I can promise they'll be looking for ways to inflict pain without killing you. You can take your chances with these three and their baseball bats."
"The three little whores."
"First, you give up your weapons."
"You're gonna make me, old man?"
"Only if I must."
"I'll start easy on you. My knife… Arghh! My arm!"
"More correctly, your elbow. Remove your side arm with two fingers and hand it to me."
"You'll die first, old… Aieee! My leg!"
"No, your knee. Colonel, if you'd help me get this trash outside?"
"With pleasure, Jack."
"'C' team. Your turn."
"Damn! that hurt, you littler slu... Ouch! Not there, you little who… Damn! Not on my nu…"
"Crissy! Cyndy! Charlie!"
"Yes, Mister Jack?"
"Time to stop."
"But he's still moving!"
"I know, Crissy. I don't want you dealing with a dead body. Bats down."
"If I hafta, Mister Jack."
"You 'hafta'."
"Jeez, Jack! I thought you were scary until I saw your 'firing squad'. And then I saw your 'cleanup batters'. Why'd you stop them?"
"They needed to get some anger out and repay some of the hurt he was responsible for but I didn't want them greatly upset about the harm they'd done to someone else. I know he's lower than dirt but they'll still see him as a person and they don't need the load of a death on their consciences. I expect to get questions of 'Was I bad for hitting him when he couldn't get away?' but we can handle that with a little shoulder time."
"I think I understand - just enough payback to get them to think about how much hurt they're willing to hand out."
"Exactly."
"I was amused that my squad got behind the up-armored Humvee when your 'firing squad' came out. Those kids are scary."
"Joe's training. Both rules and at the range. They had a lot of incentive to learn - and learn well - when I disappeared."
"I hope they never have occasion to use their weapons, but I pity whoever goes up against them. I heard one of my troops ask 'What do you say to a little girl with a gun?'. The answer he got was 'When she's that scary, you say 'Ma'am"'."
"I would too. Now to calm down some upset kids. Amelia gets wound up when she's on 'guard duty' and may take a while to wind down enough to cry it out. It's worse if she does any shooting, even the night we were shooting the drones carrying fire bombs. I hope I stopped the 'batters' soon enough."
"I think you have your afternoon and evening planned. I'll see what Holland has to say. If he chooses not to speak, I'll offer him three options: You, the 'batters' or the 'firing squad'. There are very few rules about proper interrogation where the blue hats are concerned. Rule one is 'Find out what they know'. Rule two is 'See rule one'."
"Excellent set of rules. Thank you for bringing him. I think we now know how Michelle and the others got in so close and who triggered the bomb in the bus luggage compartment."
"Unfortunately true, Jack. By the way, the grandparents are alive and we'll get some type of voice comms to them tomorrow. I'll let you know. Here's a list of the specs on the military radio. If you can power it, text me and we'll get it set up tomorrow. The FRS frequencies are now being monitored. If you have a preferred channel, text me and we'll set that as a priority frequency."
"Thanks, Tim."
"No, thank you, Jack. Holland's been with me five years and has a TS6 clearance. I'll gladly accept vermin control from any source - especially a little girl who knows more than the CIA."
"If you have a 'yearbook' of your troops, I'll get the kids to go through it and see if there's anyone else they recognize."
"You're on. I'll get a thumb drive to you tomorrow."
"Speaking of vermin control, the pest control companies aren't making house calls. Do you have those chemicals or should I look for a feed and seed out here somewhere?"
"Tompkins should be able to answer that. I'll pass your request to him."
"Thanks, Tim."
---
"Daddy, I need a hug."
"I know, Amelia. Some of our other guards may also. I think the 'C' team needs time with me first."
"I understand."
"I'll be in the bunkhouse. Wait about 30 minutes then come join me."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Was I bad for hitting him when he couldn't get away?"
"No, Crissy. You needed to work out some of your anger and I let you do that on someone who had hurt you."
"But I kept hitting him after he was bleeding!"
"Cyndy, had he ever seen you bleeding?"
"Un huh."
"Did he help you?"
"Un uh. He laughed."
"So I just let you make him bleed a little?"
"Un huh."
"Was I bad, Daddy? I hit him and I hit him and I hit him 'cause it felt good to be the one doing the hitting. Now it doesn't feel very good."
"Charlie, he was always the 'big one' who hurt you and you were always the 'little one' who couldn't stop him. Today you changed places. Until each of you had the opportunity for some payback of the hurts you've gotten, you didn't really know who you were. Now you know more about yourself. You're nicer than he is because you don't want to be the one that does the hurting. The Colonel said he'd threaten Holland that if he didn't talk, you girls could have him again."
"But I don't wanna hit him again!"
"I know. But Holland doesn't know that. You think that might be a reason for him to tell the Colonel whatever he wants to know?"
"Better to talk than to have a bunch of crazy girls hitting you with bats."
"If you're OK now, back inside."
"OK."
---
"Daddy?"
"Hugs for my guards. I know how much time Amelia may need. Alicia?"
"Just a little lap time. Not as much as Amelia."
"Lisa?"
"Like Alicia."
"Maddie?"
"Like Amelia."
"Alicia and Lisa first. I have a towel if you need more than hugs and back rubs."
"I just need to feel safe for a little while. Were me and the others as scary as the 'C' team?"
"Yes, Alicia. Perhaps more scary because Leah went after Seth before I disarmed him."
"Leah went after a grownup with a bat?"
"It's a long story, Maddie. I don't know if Leah will want to be reminded of what happened to her."
"I'm just impressed that she's so brave!"
"I was also."
"Daddy, you shoulda used the towel. I got snot on your shirt."
"And I care, Alicia?"
"No, but you might wanna change your shirt before the next girl gets on that shoulder."
"Thank you, sweetie."
"This shoulder, too, Daddy. Better start with a towel on the next shirt."
"OK, Lisa. You and Alicia want to help wash each other's faces?"
"Huh?"
"If my shirt is that bad, how do you think your faces look?"
"I guess we better."
"I have a fresh shirt and a towel. Amelia and Maddie come get your shoulders."
"They were scary, Daddy. Maybe not as scary as Alicia and her sisters but still scary."
"I think so, too, Daddy."
"Amelia, do you remember what I told you about Alicia and her sisters?"
"They needed to get some payback on someone who hurt them so they could know who they were."
"And who were they?"
"Nicer than the one they hit 'cause they felt bad about it - but they didn't know until they did it."
"Do you think that also applies to the 'C' team?"
"You're smart, Daddy. You ask questions that make us think."
"You OK now, Amelia?"
"Just a little longer, Daddy?"
"Yes."
"How about you, Maddie?"
"Just a little longer, Daddy?"
"Yes."
---
They're both asleep. I'll give them 30 minutes unless something interrupts us. They need the physical contact. Amelia's winding down slowly. Maddie's relaxing much faster. I wonder how much of Amelia's 'wound up' is from being afraid I'd be killed several times. I need to talk with her one-on-one without interruption. She's relaxing slowly. I'm holding Maddie to keep her in my lap but Amelia is still holding on tightly. Wish I could ease this for you faster, shortstuff. She smiled. Did she hear me?
(I love you, shortstuff.)
Bigger smile. We'll need to explore this apparent telepathy at some point. More reason for some one-on-one.
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Saturday, 4 December, 5:10PM
"Hi, Amelia."
"Hi, Daddy. Nice wake up. Thank you for the snuggle and the nap and the 'I love you' in my mind."
"I saw you smile but wasn't sure if it was what I thought or something you were dreaming."
"I 'heard' you. I think we need to talk about it."
"That was my thought when you smiled. I'll find us some one-on-one time."
"Maddie looks better, Daddy."
"So do you."
"Hi, Maddie."
"Nice wake up, Daddy. I heard 'I love you' in my head but not in my ears. Am I crazy?"
"I don't think so."
(I love you, Maddie.)
"I 'heard' it again but this time it was for me! How'd you do that?"
"I'm not sure. I looked at Amelia and thought 'I love you' and she 'heard' it even though she was asleep. But you 'heard' it and I wasn't thinking about you. When I 'thought' it with your name, you knew it was a message for you."
"Daddy, can we keep this private to just the three of us? I don't want people to think I'm crazy."
"Maddie, I think we all feel that way. I'll find us a time to work on this in a place where we won't be interrupted."
"OK. Can any of the others do this?"
"I'll send 'I love you' to each of them when they're asleep and see if they respond."
"That'll work. We all smile when you tell us you love us. Even Momma. You'll test her too?"
"Yes."
"Can you 'think' things to us because we can see auras or because your brain is different now or both?"
"I don't know, Maddie. That's something we'll be exploring. If those who don’t see auras 'hear' me, it's something in my brain. If only those who see auras 'hear' me, it's something that involves both of us. Is that enough to think about for a while?"
"Plenty!"
"One more thing before we go back in, Amelia. I never did hear what was in the box Mr. Bridges had for you."
"It's a big box and I didn't have time to open the things inside before we left, but there's a huge box of crayons - 128 colors! And watercolors. Not the little thing with eight colors we had at school. It has 30 colors! And a DVD on how to mix colors using two brushes so you don't mess up the yellow with the blue. And there's some oil paints and canvas for oil painting and a DVD on that. And there's a 50-in-one electronics kit to build all sorts of things! It even has rechargeable batteries and a solar charger!"
"So you're happy with what he paid you for your design work on the holster for the tablet?"
"Un huh! And Alicia wants to do the electronic stuff with me. And Lisa wants to learn about oil painting. And everybody wants to try all the crayon colors! And Momma wants to try the watercolors."
"I think you are pleased with your payment. Ready to go back inside?"
"Un huh. I'm hungry."
"I thought you were Amelia."
"Daddy!"
"Supper is an hour or so away, hungry girl. Both of you go ask your mother if she needs your help with cooking. There might be something to snack on if you say 'Please'."
"Yes, Daddy."
I won't tell them that I can do 'messages' to all when I crank up the mental energy. Would that be the equivalent of yelling? Looking at my daughter and thinking about her isn't a forceful action. Maybe we're just 'tuned' to each other? Amelia was awake when I was in danger even though none of the others were awake then. Is that an indication of a connection? Maddie had her 'out of body' experience plus she knew I was alive after I disappeared so perhaps she's more aware or is a more sensitive 'receiver' of mental things? Sounds like we're in another episode of 'The Twilight Zone'…
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I checked the solar panels and batteries on the roadside message signs. They should work for the military radio. Based on the specs, a fully charged 35AH battery would provide standby power for more than a week, continuous active receive power for two days or continuous transmit power for four hours. Based on receiving and transmitting perhaps an hour a day, a 100 watt solar panel should keep us going almost forever if we get 8 hours of sun a week. The antenna will probably be on the roof, so where do I want the radio located? The kitchen has someone in or near it most of the day, so that's first choice. The coax cable can go out through the wall near the ceiling and have a drip loop under the eaves before going up to an antenna on the roof or out the crawlspace vent under the sun .room. I'll text Tim.
[Have solar-charged power for the radio. Have a place for it in the kitchen. Assuming antenna on the roof. Drainpipe or chimney?]
Sending slower than yesterday. One flickering bar of signal. It appears we've lost the closest cell tower. Unfortunately, Tim was right about things falling apart. We're just in time with getting radio gear in place.
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
[Will set some poles for the antennas - more than one. Dawkins and crew will be there around 1000 tomorrow. More info on antenna farm attached. Lots of documentation, including frequency lists for non-US and not-politically-correct broadcasters you should be aware of. Also the thumb drive of images.]
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Saturday, 4 December, 7:20PM
knock. knock.
"Yes?"
"Daddy, supper is ready."
"'Daddy', Charlie?"
"Aunt Sarah is family and you're the best Daddy ever and I wanna live here and have your babies!"
"In my lap, Charlie. You need a hug and you need to calm down some. I think something has scared you and you haven't been able to talk about it."
"The blue hats at the restaurant and the one Crissy knew with the Colonel and … and …"
"Head on my shoulder. You're hyperventilating. I'll do the tight hug that I did on Crissy."
"Too tight, Daddy! Hard to breathe!"
"Just for a couple of minutes."
Does it work on her?
(I love you, Charlie.)
"Love you too, Daddy. Getting dizzy."
"Ease up a little on the hug."
"Better. How'd you say 'I love you' in my mind?"
"That's something I discovered earlier today. For now, we'll not say anything to the others. I need to explore how it works."
"I won't say anything. The other kids will think I'm crazy!"
"Not all of them."
"Somebody else can hear you?"
"At least two. No more discussion on this. Is there more you need to tell me?"
"Un huh."
"Does Crissy or Cyndy need to tell me more?"
"Both of them."
"I'll work out another time for all of you to talk with me, unless it should be one-on-one."
"Together."
"I can read some other things in your face. First you talk the hurts out. Then I'll see what you need."
"What I need? Not what I want?"
"I'm guessing you want 'sex' when you need 'love' or 'attention'."
"There's a difference?"
"A big difference. You OK to go eat?"
"Un huh. But I wanna know more about 'love' and 'sex' and attention."
"You'll have an opportunity to learn. Answer this. Was being in my lap and getting the hug you needed 'love'?"
"I guess."
"Was it 'sex'?"
"No."
"So there's a difference?"
"When you put it that way."
"Ready to go eat?"
"Un huh."
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"'C' team, I want you to gather things for a possible all night stay in the bunkhouse. Charlie asked for more time to talk and I think that also applies to Crissy and Cyndy."
"All night?"
"Crissy, we'll go out after the bedtime story. If you cry yourself to sleep, I'll let you sleep all night instead of waking you to come back inside. One less trip in the dark and we won't wake any of the other kids."
"Things seem so simple when you explain them, Daddy."
"Go collect sleepwear and toothbrushes and your bear or whoever and put it all in the bag by the back door."
"Yes, Daddy."
---
"You look deep in thought, Jack."
"Surprised that Charlie is certain that her Grandma Hazel can 'fix' me and Charlie wants to have my babies."
"I spoke briefly with Charlie but didn't give that much detail."
"There's another thing that I discovered while holding Maddie and Amelia."
"And that would be what?"
(I love you, Sarah.)
"How'd you do that?"
"Originally I was looking at Amelia asleep in my lap and she was taking a long time to relax. I thought 'I wish I could speed that up, shortstuff' and she smiled. Then I thought 'I love you, shortstuff' and the smile got bigger. When I woke her, she thanked me for lap time and the 'I love you' in her head…"
"What?"
"It gets better. When I woke Maddie, she mentioned hearing 'I love you' in her head but not in her ears and asked if she was crazy."
"She heard when you weren't thinking of her?"
"And she knew it was for her when I thought 'I love you, Maddie'."
"My mother said that some people had greater abilities than others but I never thought to ask about telepathy. Both of them? That's amazing!"
"No, three of them. I tested Charlie and she also 'heard' me."
"How?"
"What changes have occurred in my brain while it was re-wiring to bypass damaged areas? How did Amelia or Maddie 'hear' me? Have you ever looked closely at Amelia and Charlie when they're together?'
"They look like family."
"More correctly, they look like twins except for Amelia being less than a half inch taller. Dressed in identical clothes and sitting or standing where you couldn't see the height difference, could you tell them apart at a glance?"
"Amelia's skin tone is a little darker."
"An actual difference in skin tone or a difference in the amount of tan gotten by a girl whose best friend has a pool?"
"I guess their bare butts would answer that."
"I think you're correct, Mrs. Wilson, but I don't plan on having them together in the all together."
"You're getting bad again."
"I think I'm getting a brain cramp from trying to get my mind around the possibilities that telepathy might offer."
"I'll see if I can find the answer to the 'what color is her butt' question. Maybe if I ask about swim suits and get them to try some on? I'll tell them it's so I'll know what sizes to look for if I find swim suits somewhere. We don't have a pool but they could swim in the shallow end of the pond next summer."
"Just be sure to include all of the girls and make notes on sizes."
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"Jammies, brush and floss, kids. Next book in the 'puppy' series tonight."
"Same place as last night, Daddy?"
"Yes, Paige."
"'Once upon a time…'"
"That's the same book as on the bus!"
"Do you remember how it ended?"
"No."
"Un uh."
"You were all asleep about four pages from the end. I'll start at the beginning because all of you went to sleep at different points in the story. 'Once upon a time…'"
---
"I liked it!"
"Me too!"
"'C' team get your jackets and wait by the door. I'll go by the bunkrooms for hugs and kisses and then take the team out to the bunkhouse."
---
"It's cold out here, Daddy!"
"Crissy, it's December. December is cold here. Your jacket would help more if you had zipped it. It's less than a minute from door to door and the heat is on in the bunkhouse."
"Why are there beds in the bunkhouse and bunks in the bedrooms?"
"Because we moved the bunks inside to get our matching girls in the same room and we had to move the beds out here because there was no other place for them."
"Matching girls?"
"Most are by age. This group is by not-yet-ready-to-be-apart."
"You're right. Cyndy asked me when we had to move to the other bunkrooms but you didn't say when."
"When you're comfortable being separated. I think might be after another talk-it-out session or two. It'll be your choice. You'll tell me that you want to be with the other girls your age."
"Why do you keep talking about having choices?"
"Maybe because you've had very few choices in your life in recent months or years, Charlie? I don't think you would have chosen to be on the blue buses."
"Never!"
"So having choices makes you feel safer?"
"Un huh. Now I think I'd do whatever you told me to do 'cause I know you take good care of us but it's nicer to have choices. You even let us choose peanut butter or chocolate on the graham crackers for dessert!"
"Perhaps there are bigger choices in your future and you need to practice choosing?"
"You sound like a Daddy. That's a very good sound."
"Then snuggle back as you were before. I think it's Charlie's turn to go first."
"Something Crissy said about one of the buses reminded me of what happened at…"
This will not end well. "Mr. Speaker" in front and "Grace" in back and a line behind each of them. Crissy is out of bed and helping Cyndy off me. To the throne. Crissy has Charlie's hair. Cyndy already has the glass of water. These are such loving, caring kids. Charlie's slowing down. Wipe her face. Do the drill with the water.
"Crissy, Cyndy. Thank you for helping."
"We're family, Daddy. That's what we do. Just like you holding her."
"Back to bed. It's after 10 so we won't disturb the other kids. If you want to sleep snuggled up, get back as we were. If not, the other bed is big enough for all three of you."
"Snuggled, Daddy."
"OK, Crissy."
"Snuggled, Daddy."
"OK, Cyndy."
(Snuggled, Daddy.)
(OK, Charlie.)
"Charlie's already asleep?"
"She was working hard when she was puking. It's late and she's tired so all she needed was to put her head on my shoulder and she was asleep."
"You are a good place to sleep."
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:15:27 GMT -6
Sunday, 5 December, 3:05AM Bleep! Bleep! Bleep! First alarm we've had here. See what's on the cameras. Someone trying to open the gate to the road. Couple of older vehicles out there. Can I reach Sarah from here? (Sarah! Wake up!) (Not the best wake up I've had. What's up?) (Two pickup loads of people trying to come in the gate. Wake Joe and wake and arm the older kids. I'll use night vision and get closer.) "Daddy?" "Yes, Charlie?" "Stay on this side of the house." "Why?" "They won't see you." "Who?" "The people who want our food and stuff." "Do you know how to handle a gun, Charlie?" "Uncle Albert taught me about his .22 rifle." "Here's the .22 they keep out here for pest control. You watch the door and windows from that corner. I'll knock three times before I come back in." "Yes, Daddy." Glock. Night vision. AR in burst mode. Shotgun over my shoulder. Out and around the house as Charlie requested. I see a glint off glass up the hill on that side. We have a sniper. May need more help. [Tim. Two pickups of people at the gate. Sniper up the hill on the north side. I'm out on the south side.] Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
Ten seconds and I hear the engine. Confusion at the gate. The Humvee is coming and the .50 is manned.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Guess that's bigger than a .50. Their night vision is probably better than mine - or maybe they have FLIR-equivalent in the vehicle. The first round went in the sniper's direction. The others definitely disabled the trucks. I wondered where they'd parked the Abrams because I only saw the empty trailer. The ramshackle barn across the road disintegrated when they came out through the wall. The Abrams and the Humvee are at 45 degrees. Good coverage and no friendly fire accidents. I'm curious who tried to get in but I'll wait until I hear from Tim. Seems not all the participants are listening to the troops. I saw one get the butt of a shotgun on the back of his head. Vehicles coming from both directions. Pretty sure one is Tim's.
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
[Meet me at the gate. I texted Joe and Sarah that we're here.]
Text while I walk back to the bunkhouse. Charlie, at least, needs to know I'm OK.
[Checking on kids. Be there in two minutes.]
"Charlie?"
knock. knock. knock.
"Is it you, Daddy?"
"Yes."
(I love you, Charlie.)
"It is you! I heard shooting and ... and …"
"And you need to be held. Get your jacket. I'll carry you. I need to meet with the Colonel out at the gate. You think Crissy and Cyndy will be OK?"
"Can you tell someone to come stay with them?"
"I'll tell Sarah."
(Sarah, I have Charlie. Crissy and Cyndy still asleep. Need someone with them if they wake.)
(On my way.)
"I was scared for you!"
"I know. You and Amelia both feel that way if someone might be shooting at me. I paid attention to my smart girl and went on the side of the house away from the sniper. Tell me if you see anyone that you remember from the buses."
"OK."
"Only one awake and scared, Jack?"
"This is the only one who was awake out in the bunkhouse. Someone is with the others. The firing squad is awake and armed and probably hidden in the shadows by the upper windows. Charlie knew there was danger on the north side of the house. I saw the glint of glass in the moonlight and thought 'sniper'. Who are our visitors?"
"Local 'militia' looking for food and supplies. One of them saw kids outside earlier today and assumed this place would be easy pickings. I'm guessing the blue hats are involved as Bradford heard a few words of Mandarin before someone else shushed that guy…"
"Daddy!"
"Yes, Charlie?"
"By the gate. The blue jacket. I saw that jacket on some of the people who got us on and off the buses."
"Jones, bring him here."
"Sir."
"What'd you want with me? I'm just a local boy out hunting early."
"Hunting for young prey?"
"I'll get that little whore's gun…"
Pop! Pop!
"My knee!"
"I suggest you and the others tell the Colonel all he wants to know. She has eight rounds in the magazine and the rest of a 500 round brick available. If you're lucky, there'll be enough of you left for you to learn to use crutches like Li Xing."
"Jack, your kids are scary when they hold the weapons. Even scarier when they shoot that well. Did Joe teach her this quickly?"
"No. She said her uncle taught her. I'd say his lessons were learned well."
"That was some good shooting. Side of the knee on her first shot with a weapon she's not fired before and dead center on the second shot."
"There are many things we don't yet know about their lives before the blue buses, Tim."
"We'll do the cleanup. There's another one in that jacket on the other side of the trucks. I want to see if Charlie knows him or he knows her. This one with hands zip-tied behind him."
"You OK to see if you know him, Charlie?"
"If you're here, Daddy."
"I'll be here. You get down long enough for me to get the shotgun off my shoulder."
"OK."
"Back up in my arms."
"Jack, he looks Chinese and his English isn't the best. Bradford's busy with the others but you can probably get his attention."
Ker-slack!
"Talk or die."
"No. UN. I have immunity."
Give him the Li Xing and shotgun story. He's much paler and he's sweating. Jones has a shotgun on him so let's let him see my passenger.
"I told Peters kill you! How you loose?"
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
"Aieee!"
"You should be glad it's a small caliber. Peters met the tank last night. Keep talking or I'll reload the rifle and let her finish you off slowly. And I'll repeat that in Mandarin."
"What did you tell him, Jack? He just went totally incontinent."
"Told him his only value was what he knew and was truthful about. Told him the 12 gauge was loaded with buckshot and I might be back if I didn't like what Charlie told me about him. I'll hazard a guess that she'll have nothing good to say. The other two girls probably won't either. He'll be begging to stay alive and having two shot by a child they hurt should keep them talking. If not, the Cougar is a soundproof interrogation room."
"Jack, you go take care of this girl before she finds someone else to shoot. I'm learning to recognize the signs of a kid in need of your time and she doesn't need anything else upsetting."
"Will do. Back to the bunkhouse, Charlie. We need to talk a long time. You're not the 'stiff as a board' that Amelia gets after shooting. You're more like concrete. We may be talking the rest of the night."
"But it'll scare the others when I get loud!"
"Sarah and Joe can carry the others back inside. It'll just be you and me and you can be as loud as you need to be."
"I love you, Daddy!"
"I love you, Charlie."
"Can we get naked and do stuff?"
"I think I said 'No' to a request for sex earlier today. That's what you think you want but it's not what you need. First we snuggle and talk and I see how well you work out the stress of shooting someone. Just shooting someone that survives can be almost as bad for a first-time shooter as killing someone. Your mind doesn't like doing that much harm to someone else and your body responds to it. See, Crissy and Cyndy are gone. It's just us. Let's get your jacket and my weapons off so you can snuggle."
"Yes, Daddy."
The sobs are shaking both of us. She was right - these wails would have awakened the others no matter how soundly they sleep. To the throne. She can't respond with words - would she even be aware of words when she's in the midst of these heaves?
(I love you, Charlie.)
(I know.)
She'll need a shower. They each brought a change of clothes out. She's stopped. Looks exhausted.
"You need to do the water things, Charlie."
"Yes, Daddy."
They've all seen or done it enough to know the routine. Could I control the digestive upset mentally? Something to ask Sarah.
"You need a shower. There's vomit in your hair."
"Help me?"
"I'll wash your hair, Charlie."
Her arm through the grab bar to keep her up while I wash and rinse her hair. She is Amelia's twin - same mole on her left butt cheek. Similar freckles on the right cheek. So much easier to care for a child who can stand and do some of the washing on her own. At least we're not working with the sun shower bags. She's done. Help her out and dry what she can't reach. Jammies for her then get her in my lap and work on her hair. Dry enough as long as we're inside. Grab a blanket from the other bed. Keep her wrapped up until she's warm again. She's totally out of it. Her head on my shoulder. No alarm except someone coming out here.
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Sunday, 5 December, 8:40AM
knock. knock.
"Jack, you awake?"
"I am now, Sarah."
"Sorry, but the Colonel wants to talk with you in about an hour. I just put biscuits in the oven and I'll start the eggs when I get back inside. I heard from the Colonel that Charlie is a good shot but that probably means she had a bad night afterward."
"She is and she did. I expect to talk about the shooting more than once. On the other hand, I'd guess that the Colonel got an earful from the ones Charlie shot. He said seeing her shoot someone was even scarier than the firing squad. I guess so - the firing squad is potential damage or death. She was that potential in action. The one positive is that we'll have a girl who's 'been there' to help with the process of talking it out if another child has to shoot someone."
"One kid in that situation is still ten too many."
"True. I have no doubt that the first one would have attacked her. She fired as he started to move. I don't know how, but she senses danger. She told me to be on the south side of the house because someone was on the other side. I saw the glint of moonlight on glass, so probably a sniper with a scoped rifle. They were about a hundred yards up the hill on that side."
"Will the others be able to do these things?"
"Ask your Aunt Hazel. I have no idea. And I have a girl to wake."
"I'll get the eggs going."
"Hi, Charlie."
"Good morning, Daddy! Nice wake up. I slept without bad dreams?"
"You didn't stir from the time I moved your head to my shoulder until I kissed you good morning."
"I sleep so good with my head on your shoulder!"
"Other girls have told me that. I sleep better when certain ones are on my shoulder."
"Not all of us?"
"I haven't had an opportunity to test all of you. That's something we'll do in the future. For now, would you like breakfast?"
"Yummy!"
"How can it be yummy? You don't know what we're having."
"Everything so far has been yummy."
"I'll accept that answer. Do you have clothes to wear?"
"I brought clothes for today but the bag is gone."
"I think the clothes on the end of the sofa might be what you want."
"Help me?"
"I think the 'help' you need is distinguishing between 'love' and 'sex'."
"Love is you helping me in the shower but just washing my hair? Is that how a real Daddy takes care of kids?"
"I think you're beginning to understand. For a time, the only attention you and the other girls got was something related to sex. You didn't get goodnight or good morning kisses or hugs or lap time or snuggles 'just because'. We need to work some more on 'love' compared to 'sex' and 'need' compared to 'want'."
"I think I want sex but you think I need lap and shoulder time?"
"Have the things I've done worked out OK for you this far?"
"Un huh! You're smart. I'll talk when you want to."
"Then you brush your teeth, get dressed and collect anything of yours that's out here so we can go eat."
"I'm done."
"I'll have to put a finger here to see if you're done."
"No! My belly button is ticklish!"
"So is everything except your fingernails."
"How'd you know that?"
"Ticklish skin feels different from other skin. I washed some of that skin very early today."
"I gotta watch for you being the tickle monster now."
---
"Charlie, did you really shoot somebody?"
"Leah, other kids. Do not ask Charlie. Some of you have seen how upset Amelia gets from shooting things - truck tires and drones. It's much worse when you shoot a person. When Charlie has talked it out more, she may want to tell you so you'll know how it feels. I'll answer part of the question. Yes, Charlie shot someone who tried to attack her. She shot him in the knee to stop him, not to kill him. She shot a second person - the one that gave orders for Charlie, Crissy and Cyndy to be killed. She shot him in both knees. The Colonel is interrogating those people and the others who tried to get in and attack us very early this morning. Sarah and Joe moved Crissy and Cyndy back to the house so Charlie could have a place to work out some of the stress of shooting someone and get loud if she needed to. I think she'll need more time to work on this. Those people would have killed the 'C' team if they had gotten to them, so that team needs me more than the rest of you. Remember that Grandpa Joe is also blue with dark edges."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Charlie?"
"Yes, Crissy?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Daddy told me that you were on watch with a gun when he went out to see who was there. Thank you for watching over us."
"I just did what Daddy asked me to do."
"But you didn't hafta do it. So thank you. I love my cousin who's more like a sister."
"I love you and Cyndy too."
"And I want this loving, caring girl to eat breakfast. You two can have her after she eats, Crissy."
"Yes, Daddy."
---
Sunday, 5 December, 9:55AM
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
Two Humvees and a semi. That should be the Colonel and Dawkins' crew to install the radio. I'll point out the solar gear and see if they need more info.
Knock. Knock.
"Morning, Tim. You want coffee?"
"Thanks, Jack."
"Dawkins, ask your crew. The pot is full. We also have some fresh biscuits left from breakfast."
"Thank you, Mr. Wilson!"
"The solar panels, brackets and cables are on boards on the sawhorses on the south side just below where I'd like to have the panels on the roof. Joe did the inside wiring for the AGM battery and the charge controller yesterday. The radio can be on the counter in the kitchen as there's usually someone in or near the kitchen all day. The antenna cables can be run down through the floor and out the crawl space vents under the sunroom or through the wall by the closest window."
"You have a preference for the location of the antenna farm?"
"There are sketches at the radio location. One for north-south orientation. One for east-west. One for diagonal."
"I should have remembered that you're a SEAL and would know about getting this stuff together. We can't speed up setting the poles, so everything else will be ready well before that's done. Thank you for doing the planning and prep work."
---
"Jack, you certainly follow the 'an army travels on its stomach' philosophy. Fresh brewed coffee and home made biscuits will get twice the effort out of troops who've been living mostly on MRE's."
"Just trying to make life a little better for all of us."
"First, here's the thumb drive with pictures of all my troops. When your kids are calm enough, ask them to check these pictures. Second, when the antenna farm is up you'll be able to talk with Sarah's aunt. The uncle was injured in a raid a few days ago and the aunt would like for all of you to join them. That'll be a hard choice. The security I would have expected you to have there now seems no better than here. I'll get you what details I can find about the incident and you can hear her side of it firsthand. Third, Bradford sent a thumb drive of his initial interrogation of the people from the gate incident. He did tell the ones who were reluctant to talk that they'd only seen one of the 'killer kids' and that there were enough of them to allow for one-on-one target practice. And that those kids were under the protection of the guy who stopped Li Xing."
"I'm guessing that the comments about Li Xing got their attention."
"Immediately. You had mentioned 'supply hubs' that provided kids for the DC-NYC route. There were also hubs supplying ports on the west coast for transport to China. One positive of the US being quarantined by the rest of the world was the number of Chinese ships that were trapped in port. Along with the Chinese passenger aircraft on the ground. Are you interested in being in charge of an orphanage and a unique 'clinic' for well over a hundred girls who've been treated at least as badly as the ones you have now? I don't know how you've accomplished the level of healing some of these girls exhibit. You're not degreed or 'qualified' in the traditional sense but you have worked miracles considering what I've learned of their experiences."
"I'm spread rather thin just with the dozen plus kids we have. I might be able to make some suggestions on treatment but it's not anything traditional 'therapists' would accept. Some of it might not be legal under the standards of six months ago."
"I'm in charge of my area under martial law, so the definition of 'legal' is in my hands. They're doing DNA checks on all the kids. I know that some will have the unique marker that blocked GG-183. Those kids are needed to repopulate the country. We don't yet know if the others who survived will be able to reproduce, but we'll likely need a lot of caregivers when those who can reproduce start breeding. What's funny, Jack?"
"A conversation I had with a couple of my girls this week. One who has the DNA marker and one who doesn't. I made a comment about a 'floor carpeted with rug rats that will need care'."
"The same image I had. I guess you are thinking ahead. Write up what you think can be done but no identifying info. I'll note that the results I've seen from an actual 'clinic' match what's in the write-up. Tell me how to find more people like you."
"Finding more people like me is easy. Just let a select group of my girls look for them."
"Look for them?"
"Tim, have you ever heard of people who could see auras around other people?"
"Heard of it. Also some kind of photography that's supposed to show auras. Never knew anyone who could actually tell me about a person based on what they saw."
"The photos are Kirlian photography. It's done with an electric charge so who knows what it actually shows. The auras I'm talking about are something a select few people can see. It runs in Sarah's family. Some kind of change caused in those who survived the Black Death. Those that were infected but recovered found that they had been changed. They could 'see' who people were and they could 'see' inside and do healing."
"So they'll be choosing the orphanage/clinic staff from the people your girls see the right things around. They'd choose anyone who 'looked' right and likely wouldn't discriminate against counterfeiters, embezzlers, computer hackers or any other non-violent 'criminal'. I'd guess that might include the gentle 'child molesters' whose 'victims' were more upset by losing contact than by anything that was done to them?"
"While there's more to it than that, I can't argue with any of the people you mentioned."
"I think these kids are important enough for our future to make some changes in how things are done. I also have a personal request."
"Yes, Tim?"
"My niece, Alexandra Moore, was among those found on one of the Chinese ships. She's nine. She won't speak and she only acknowledges people by moving away from them. She barely eats enough to stay alive. If I can get her here, will you see if there's anything you can do? I don't know if anyone can restore the smiling, bubbly girl she once was but I'll be pleased if she's eating enough to thrive and able to be back in school. She was a smart kid who loved learning and building things."
"Let me ask my kids, Tim."
"I'm aware of how much you involve those kids in what might happen to them. I think that's a 'therapy' that's never been documented. I have a title for your paper about it: Jack's Intensive Course in Making Choices."
"I think you've been talking with my wife."
"I did text her about the orphanage/clinic idea and she said you were near your limit for individual care. I don't see how you manage a dozen kids, yet you're well on your way to adding three more to the family."
"I'll have some answers for you later today. You want a text? Do you have instructions about what should and should not be on military frequencies?"
"Text is fine as long as it lasts. There are sheets on 'standard protocol' and some on 'local officials and martial law' in this packet. Until you hear otherwise from me, you're the Emergency Manager for the McKenzie Wildlife Preservation Area and you have all the rights and privileges of a duly appointed Emergency Manager. You can define the boundaries of that area as needed."
"I noticed during the night that there was one less bar on the cell phone."
"Lost a cell tower to the east. Might be back up today but could be at reduced power. The equipment distributor is in the second row of quarantined states so repairs are being done with available parts, not always exact replacements. The cell towers out here have three transmitter power levels depending on the area they're expected to cover. There are no available replacement transmitters at the highest power level so when or if that tower is back up, it may be transmitting at less than half its previous power."
"So my request for FRS radios to replace cell phones wasn't all that early, Tim?"
"Almost like you're seeing the future. Yet another scary thing I've learned about you, Jack."
---
"Colonel, the antenna farm is complete and the radio checks out on all bands."
"Good work, Dawkins."
"Mr. Wilson, if you need familiarization with this equipment, we have time to walk the adults through the details and the older kids through how to make an emergency call."
"It seems to be a newer version of something I've used before, but I'll take the walk-through. Sarah?"
"I'm in."
"Joe?"
"I'm in."
"Dawkins, how old for the kids?"
"Know their numbers plus reading and writing."
"Numbers are covered for all of them. We're working on reading - at least the sounding out words part of it - for the three youngest. You might want to do this in two groups - there are more than a dozen of us."
"Two groups, with an adult in each group for the things I might not explain at the proper level."
---
"Think of this as your new phone, but you can't talk to everyone. There is an emergency number. It will get someone in our unit. To get there, you turn the radio 'On' with this switch, press the 'PreSel' button - that stands for PreSelected, which are frequencies that you know by a shortcut - and tap the buttons for '911'. Now you're setup for listening. To talk to us, you press the button on the microphone and tell us who you are, where you are and what kind of help you need."
"So during the night I woulda set it up like that and then pressed the button and said 'I'm Charlie Fouts. I'm at Mister Jack's house and people are trying to open the gate' and then I let the button go?"
"Very good, young lady! That's exactly how we'd like to hear from you. You told who, where and what in a few easily understood words. That's just about perfect."
"Kids."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Remember that this is like 911 on the regular phone. It's only for emergencies."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Thanks, Dawkins. I'll send the other group in."
---
"Sarah, I'm taking Charlie out to talk. She's stiff as a board again and all it took was remembering what happened. If lunch is portable, put ours in a cooler and leave it by the bunkhouse door. If not, PB&J will work."
"I'll pack two meals and a change of clothes for each of you. I agree that she's barely managing to stay calm."
"If we have enough, feed the troops as well. You know they've not had anything home cooked in a long time."
"I'll do that."
---
"Colonel, if you have someone who can help with the eight foot folding table that's against the wall, you and your troops can join us."
"I can't impose on you like that, Mrs. Wilson."
"Should I arm my firing squad?"
"That will not be necessary, ma'am. Thank you for the invitation. Dawkins, grab the other end of this table."
"Sir."
"Where do we sit, Momma?"
"Celia, if my kids sit in every other chair, all our guests will have someone to talk to."
"Yes, Momma."
"If you'd call your people in, Colonel. They're in the empty chairs."
"Yes, ma'am. Where's Jack?"
"Charlie was too upset to eat after she asked about how to use the radio. Jack's comment was 'nine year olds should not be doing things that can result in PTSD'. They're out in the bunkhouse and he's working on getting her to talk it out. He may be there a long time."
"I mentioned the orphanage/clinic to him. He confirmed that he was near his limit of kids to care for but said that some of the girls might be able to spot potential 'therapists'."
"He probably told you who those people were. You don't have a problem with them?"
"Not the ones he described. Anyone that these kids described as 'like Jack' would be acceptable to me. As I told him, I'm the arbiter of what's 'legal' under martial law. Mostly, we let local law enforcement handle the things they can. The locals are happier and we have fewer demands on us. I do have the power to modify things 'for the needs of the populace' and I think getting care for these kids justifies a lot of modification. I told him of my personal involvement. As I expected, he said he'd ask the other kids about adding another kid to the mix."
"The kids have been very accepting of the kids he's proposed to them but they were told in advance and they did get to choose. As loving and caring as these kids are, there'd have to something very negative about a proposed kid for them to say 'no'."
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"I must thank you for inviting us, Mrs. Wilson. My people are happier than I've seen them in a long time. We've all been reminded of what we're fighting for - a place these kids can grow up safely."
"Lunch was Jack's idea, but I agree with him. You and your people have been there when we needed you. This is just a small 'thank you'."
"A very big 'thank you' in our eyes. It was fun watching the kids teach the troops about making s'mores in the oven. Did you tell the kids to hug 'their soldier' goodbye?"
"No, Colonel. That was their idea. And your M&M hug is behind you."
"Thank you!"
"'M&M'? Well I guess one's in yellow and the other's in blue."
"More accurately, they're Michelle and Maddie."
"I think you've all been around Jack too long."
---
Charlie cried herself to puking again but she didn't need a shower this time. She's asleep on my shoulder and almost back to a little smile. Will a mental touch wake her?
(I love you, Charlie.)
Apparently not when's she's sleeping soundly, although the smile is better. I think she might be faking it. Try her ribs.
"Gotta pee!"
"I thought you were faking sleep."
"Y-Y-You're m-m-mad at me?"
"No, although I'd rather have you talk to me before you do things that might have consequences. Go pee, then come back and we'll talk."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Snuggle back in. You have many things you need to tell me."
"I wanna ask something first."
"You may ask almost anything. You may not get the answer you want and sometimes your answer might be 'wait'."
"Will you make a baby in me before I die or you die? Like now?"
"Charlie, has your period started yet?"
"No."
"Then you can't make a baby with anyone yet?"
"Un uh."
"What you're asking is whether I like you enough to have sex with you?"
"Un huh. Some of them would take any girl but others were picky about looks."
"You were one of the ones they wanted, weren't you?"
"Un huh. More than I ever wanted to be. So I let my hair get tangled and my clothes a little ratty and they didn't want me as much."
"But you need to have someone want you."
"Un huh!"
"What if I wanted you as family?"
"I don't hafta pay for things with my body? I don't get hit when you're mad at me?"
"Have you been told to 'pay for' anything?"
"Only with 'Thank you'."
"Has anyone here hit you?"
"No."
"Would being 'wanted' as family be acceptable to you?"
"It'd be great!"
"So maybe you don't need to 'make a baby'?"
"Not when I can be family!"
"We'll talk more later about 'love' compared to 'sex' and 'need' compared to 'want'. Now you need to talk more about shooting someone. I think you might feel safe enough and accepted enough to be able to tell me more."
"And more about the buses. I think Crissy needs this talk so she can tell you more. Is Cyndy old enough to understand?"
"I think you are correct about Crissy. Cyndy is probably old enough. I'll talk with Crissy after you talk with her."
"What do I tell her?"
"That you asked me to make a baby in you but I talked you to a better place - and that she can't tell."
"She's so curious that'll kill her - talking is better than making a baby! This'll be fun! Will I know if you do this with her?"
"I don't tell what you've shared with me unless you agree to it, but you might want to look in the mirror."
"That's me? I look different!"
"Maybe you're not carrying the world on your shoulders? Maybe you don't think you'll die tonight? Maybe you've found someone who knows what you need?"
"Maybe all of that. Will Crissy look that different?"
"It worked for you. Talk to me."
"Well, …"
---
She's cried herself to sleep, but not the sobs and hiccups of earlier. Had I known then of all she's told me of what those two had done, I'd have taken them apart - literally. Perhaps better this way. She got payback that she can deal with - with some lap and shoulder time - and other people have at least a little more respect for the armed kids. If lunch went well, all the other kids will have a large 'extended family'. It'd be hard not to like these kids when they're just being themselves. I think Charlie already had that 'extended family' based on Dawkins' response to her question about using the radio.
I hear a cooler being placed outside. Set my alarm for 30 minutes and nap with this Sleeping Beauty.
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Sunday, 5 December, 2:40PM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. She's still asleep. I should wake her for a late lunch.
"Hi, Charlie."
"Nice wake up, Daddy. I know, only when it's just us unless you and Aunt Sarah adopt me."
"Think you might be ready for lunch?"
"Un huh! Whatcha gonna fix?"
"I'm 'gonna' bring in the cooler Sarah left by the door earlier."
"You knew we'd miss lunch?"
"I knew you were too wound up to make it through lunch so I asked her to fix something for us."
"You don't know what it is?"
"No. If lunch was portable - that means it could go in a cooler - we'll have whatever the others had. If not, it's probably something simple like PB&J."
"I love PB&J!"
"Then you should have a lunch that you like no matter what's in the cooler."
"Let's eat!"
"Buckle your belt and put on your shoes. Then wash your hands while I get the cooler."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Remember; that name stays out here."
"Unless I'm scared like during the night."
"Correct, Charlie. If you're scared, whoever is doing the scaring should know how I will respond."
"You are scary when you're mad about one of us being hurt. But we know why you look scary and it makes us feel good to know that you can be that scary to someone else."
"It's Charlie's choice for lunch."
"Huh?"
"You said you love PB&J. You got it. And some chips and the last two brownies."
"Oooh! Those gooey, chewy brownies!"
"I see we have yet another chocoholic."
"Others love chocolate as much as I do?"
"As much or more. Amelia and her sisters. Alicia and her sisters. I don't remember for everyone else."
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"Now that lunch has disappeared, do you need to talk more?"
"Yes and no."
"Explain?"
"Yes about talking but no about just me. I need to talk to Crissy as you told me and then Crissy needs time with you and then me and Crissy together."
"What about Cyndy?"
"After me and Crissy. Crissy talks to her about talking being better. Then Cyndy with you. Then all three of us with you."
"How much of that can you do today?"
"I can talk to Crissy. I think she'll wanna talk with you right then. I don't know how much time she'll need."
"So I should leave this change of clothes out here because someone about your size may need them today?"
"Un huh. She really needs snuggle time with you."
"So do some of my other kids."
"Amelia, for sure."
"You two communicate more than just with words, don't you?"
"You're m-m-mad at m-m-me?"
"Not mad. Just curious. I told Sarah earlier that you and Amelia were more like twin sisters than cousins. She's just a little taller than you but otherwise you're almost identical. Yes, I know about the little mole on the left butt cheek and the freckles on the right one - remember that I washed your hair and helped you get dry?"
"Oh, yeah. And I guess you've washed Amelia when she cried to puking."
"Maybe her body responds badly to shooting things?"
"I guess we are a lot alike."
"I'll ask you to keep me informed of things I need to know about Amelia. I'll ask her to do the same for you. Do you know have far apart you can 'talk'?"
"From the house to the barn if we're not upset. We didn't try any farther."
"Is it like when I do this?"
(I love you, Charlie.)
"Or is it different?"
"Kinda different but kinda the same. Maybe we're like AM radio and there's usually some noise but you're like FM radio and it's just your voice."
"Maybe I should try at a distance? You go back inside and talk with Crissy. I'll walk up to the gate and send you a message."
"OK."
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(I love you, Charlie.)
(Still the same, Daddy.)
While I'm here, I'll collect the brass. The .22 isn't reloadable but the way things are collapsing we might find other uses for any metal. That's not a .22. On second thought, that's not a loose round. A large area has been disturbed here in the not-too-distant past and things that I didn't expect are present. The wiring runs through the storm drain to the ditch on the other side.
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"Joe, are you aware of any excavations near the gate?"
"I was planning to tell you about that. My grandfather was threatened by a neighbor years ago. The neighbor was known for running cattle through someone's property and letting them do damage. The ditch kept them from taking down the fence so Grandpop mined the driveway. Claymores aimed up. Remotely detonated from either across the road or the cabinet by the front window. Grandpop took the Claymores up and stored them when the man and his son died in a car wreck. I got some of the squad assigned here to help me place them the first morning we were here. Also some on the road out of the pasture."
"Good to know. Maybe better if you tell me before I find it while policing brass so I don't have heart failure when I find wiring going across the road?"
"Guess I owe you the couple of years that were scared out of you. There's nothing else, I promise - unless there's something Grandpop didn't tell me about. I better go look at the maps of the farm that are in the cabinet by the front window."
"Tell me if you find anything else."
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Sunday, 5 December, 5:20PM
"Mister Jack?"
"Yes, Crissy?"
"I need to talk with you like Charlie did earlier."
"OK. I'll tell Sarah we're going to the bunkhouse."
"Charlie said talking was better than making a baby! That can't be!"
"Crissy, has your period started?"
"Un uh."
"So you can't make babies with anyone?"
"Un uh."
"So what you're asking is if I want you enough to have sex with you?"
"Un huh."
"Are there other ways that someone might want you?"
"Somebody might want me for something other than sex? Never happen!"
"It hasn't happened in a long time but did your Daddy read to you or play games with you?"
"But that was a long time ago and all I'm good for now is sex."
"Have I treated you that way?"
"No. You did food and clothes and bed and told us to say 'Thank you'."
"So maybe I see some worth other than sex?"
"I guess."
"You wanted sex because that's the way you've gotten attention for a long time but the people there were just using you - they didn't care about you."
"But you care about other things. You feed us and teach us and give us lap and shoulder time and wash puke off us. All those are things we 'need' but sex was all we got and that's why we wanted it. But you don't get anything out of it!"
"Having this girl crying happy tears isn't anything? I'd say that's everything."
"Yes!"
"Back to your question earlier. Is there a difference between 'want' and 'need'?"
"I just answered my question, didn't I?"
"I think so. Think maybe you can tell me more of your story?"
"Yes, Daddy."
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More than an hour and she's cried herself to sleep. Like Charlie, this session didn't devolve to hiccups and puke but she needs a good nap. I need to transfer today's recordings to the laptop and make CDs. She's relaxed but not quite a smile. She's family to the others. Can she hear me?
(I love you, Crissy.)
We have a smile. Need to check that method of communication on Alicia and her sisters and the other don't-see-auras kids. We're missing supper but soup and cornbread keep well and reheat easily. Don't think I'll bring Cyndy out after Crissy and I eat. She'd be too close to being asleep. Time to wake this girl and feed her.
"Hi, Crissy."
"Nice wake up, Daddy. I know. Only when it's just us."
"We missed supper with the others…"
"But for a good reason!"
"And some not so pleasant reasons."
"But good to get them out. You are the world's best Daddy!"
"The world's biggest exaggerator needs to go eat. I'll turn the heat off. Get your jacket. That means put it on and zip it."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
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"Hello, Mrs. Wilson."
"Hello, Mr. Wilson. Soup is on the back of stove. Cornbread in the covered skillet there also."
"You look better, Crissy."
"I feel better, Aunt Sarah. We talked a long time and then I napped on Da… Mister Jack's shoulder."
"Crissy, you want your cornbread crumbled in your soup or sliced and buttered?"
"You give choices I never had before I got here! If there was bread it was never sliced, just a hunk pulled off. There was never any butter. If I just had a bowl, the bread was dropped in it with the soup. If I had a bowl and a plate, the bread might be on the plate but it might be in the bowl. I thought you were rich when I saw all the kids and none of them were hungry but what we're rich in is choices. I love you, Mister Jack! Can you be my new Daddy?"
"We talked about this before, Crissy. I think you know how we do things. First, we look for any family you might have that can take care of you. If we don't find anyone, we ask our kids to vote on possible new kids. Think about it from their side: every hug or snuggle or minute of lap time that you get is something that one of them didn't get. They must choose to give that away to someone else."
"I was just thinking of a place to sleep and clothes to wear but there's only so much lap time in a day - and some days have less than others. Me and Charlie got a lot of time today so somebody didn't get very much."
"Have you ever heard any of them complain about it?"
"No. Why?"
"All the kids who've been hurt got the extra attention they needed at the beginning. Time to cry and puke and get washed and nap and talk more - just what you and Charlie have done and Cyndy will do. I expect that the three of you will be together at least one more time. I do try to have some consistent things - bedtime stories, goodnight kisses or hugs, wake up kisses or hugs - so everyone gets attention to start and end their day. What doesn't happen when new kids are here is that the kids who've been here don't get one-on-one time with me. Does that time make a difference for you, even if you're on my shoulder and crying yourself sick?"
"Un huh!"
"You think the others might miss it?"
"I sure would!"
"Would you vote in new kids?"
"I wouldn't want anyone else getting my share of time with you. Knowing how good you've made things for me, I wouldn't wanna say 'no' to someone who needs you like I did. You ask hard questions."
"And if you or Cyndy or Charlie is to be accepted in the family, all the kids must answer that question about each of you. And remember that the oldest kids have learned to shoot and they have firearms if they need to protect the younger ones. Is that something you're willing to learn and do?"
"Charlie had a hard time when she shot those guys. She said that you told her Amelia had a hard time if she was just shooting tires. Being one of your kids won't be easy, will it?"
"Probably not easy all the time. Amelia always arms up if needed, even though she knows it'll be hard for her to unwind later. Is that being OK with the hard parts?"
"I guess they are OK with the hard parts. They know you'll be there to make it better. I could put up with a lot to always have you there for me."
"You need jammies and to brush and floss. Go find what you need. I'll tell the rest of them 'bedtime story' in a few minutes. You need to talk with Cyndy tonight or tomorrow."
"I will."
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"That's Book 3. Didn't we already have that?"
"Yeah. We've had 'puppy' stories for three nights."
"Kids!"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Lisa's correct that you've had 'puppy' stories for three nights. Which book did I read on the bus?"
"Book 2."
"And how many of you stayed awake for all of it?"
"None of us."
"While you've had 'puppy' stories for three nights, you've only completed two books. Tonight you get Book 3."
"Read to us, Daddy."
"'Once upon a time…'"
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"That book didn't end right."
"No, Paige, it ended like some of the books your mother writes. They call that a 'cliff-hanger' because you've left someone important in a dangerous place - like hanging on to a rope or something and dangling off a cliff. Why would the author write it that way?"
"So you'll buy the next book to see what happens?"
"Very good, Rachel. That's exactly why. In this case, I knew there were five books in the set so I bought all five of them and don't have to go back to buy the next book to find out what happens next."
"Can we have Book 4 now?"
"No, Paige. I said 'bedtime story' so just one story tonight. Use your imagination and see if you can think up ways for the puppy to get to a safe place. Don't tell me now. I'll ask before I read the next book. Everyone go pee. By age; youngest last. Then to bed and I'll be by to ask about goodnight kisses and hugs."
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"You might be in bed before midnight, Mr. Wilson?"
"Barring the unforeseen, Mrs. Wilson."
"Then you come snuggle in with your head on my shoulder."
"I'm too weak to resist that temptation."
"You goof."
"Your daughter might want her phrase back."
"Not her phrase. My mother used it with Dad."
"So I'm now part of a family tradition?"
"Yes. Hush and sleep."
"Yes, Ma'am."
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:15:52 GMT -6
Monday, 6 December, 4:35AM
What woke me? Don't hear anything. That is what woke me. No sound from the fridge or freezer. No light from the nightlight in the bathroom. Use my flashlight to get downstairs and check the new radio. Flashing light? Says 'Message'. To the quick reference. That's military 'voicemail'. Headphones on to not wake anyone else. Press 'Message'.
{Mr. Wilson, this is Dawkins. It's 0330 local time and there's a blackout that started in California around 0300 local and is moving east very fast. It will probably get here before you're awake today. We don't yet have details on cause or possible restoral time, just the point of origin. My gut feeling is that this was orchestrated by someone. There is no severe weather where it originated. There was no planned maintenance in that area. There are no reports of civil disturbance there. The DefCon level is up by one. If this makes it across the country, expect the DefCon to go higher. Cell towers and central telephone offices will go down as their generators run out of fuel. Probably not much more than a week for many of them, possibly less at some locations. Most gas stations won't be able to pump fuel without power, so effective shortages of gas and diesel in a couple of days. I think your solar power is good for several days without sun. When you need fuel, we left a 3,000 gallon trailer in the horse barn. 1,000 gallons treated gasoline for the small generators and the little tractor; 2,000 gallons treated diesel for other farm equipment and trucks and the bigger gen if needed. Consider it a gift to the kids from all their 'uncles' in the military.}
Lunch with the family is worth 3,000 gallons of fuel? Guess they've been out in the field longer than I thought. Thank you, gentlemen. I'll make note of it if I speak with Dawkins. Otherwise it's our secret. I should go check the battery banks. And see about the alternate running water. And turn off the gas to the 50 gallon hot water tank. Better put signs up in the bathrooms: No Hot Water. And we have more kids that need to learn how to use the sun shower bags. Need the little water heaters back in place. Maybe kitchen, upstairs bath and the bunkhouse?
To the basement. The AGM battery banks are all fully charged. Need to make a heated and ventilated enclosure for the golf cart batteries and add them in for the additional capacity. The water barrels are almost full. Filling them from the well while we had power was a good thing. Should I set up one of the 12 volt pumps to keep the barrels in the basement full? We'd have water to use without going outside to the well. Having 400 gallons would provide water for several days if outside pipes or hoses freeze. The last long range forecast was sunny for the next three or four days, then some serious rain. The batteries should all be fully charged before it rains. Need to ensure the squeeze flashlights are on top of a table or chest in each bedroom and in the bathrooms. Back upstairs and check the kerosene lamps we brought with us and the ones in the mirrored mounts on the walls. Get a jacket and my 'nerd' headlight and take all the kero lamps out to the shed and fill them. We have a 55 gallon drum of kero. Probably enough for a winter or two if we have a reasonable amount of sunshine to keep the batteries charged. Won't be watching TV except for the occasional DVD. Wasn't I in this same situation a couple of months ago?
Best light a lamp and get it in the kitchen. Extension cord for the electronic igniters on the stove. Better check how much LP we have. Might be cooking with wood in the future. Also need to check the LP furnace. The thermostat has battery backup but I'll bet the batteries in the thermostat don't last long without power. Extension cord to the furnace to power the blower and the thermostat. I'll need to pull that wiring from the junction box and put a plug on it so it can be plugged in. There is a 3 wire appliance cord hanging in the first cabinet. The inverter won't power the blower long with the relatively small battery bank and limited winter sunshine to recharge the batteries. Need to check on our options. Wait a minute - there's asbestos-covered ductwork in the basement. Does it go back to an older furnace? If so and if the furnace is wood-fired and if it's convection and if it still works, we might have an alternate source of heat. Better go check out all those "ifs".
Yes! Wood-fired convection furnace. Hasn't been used in a while so may not smell that good when fired up again. Check that everything moves OK, just move things slowly to limit the noise. Air inlets. Damper. Firebox door. Ouch! That needs oil. There's even an oil can close by. Oil both hinges. Poker, shovel, tongs. A box of long 'fireplace' matches that are twenty-plus years old. Guess this furnace hasn't seen much use since the LP furnace was installed. Can't imagine why.
Canvas log carrier. Take it. Get my jacket and gloves. Probably should bring in several loads of wood to be able to keep the fire going. Someone was helpful. Laminated sheet with approximate amounts of wood used per hour based on the outside temperature. Thank you! Three carrier-sized loads of wood may be all we need for a couple of days at the current temperature.
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Wood from the rack by the outside door to the basement is now in the small rack just inside that door. The first load is stacked in the firebox with kindling and a wadded sheet of newspaper. When everyone is awake, I'll tell them that we're going to be heating with wood and light the fire. Don't want to panic anyone by waking them with the scent of burning wood. Go back up and start the coffee pot and put the tea kettle on to heat.
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Monday, 6 December, 6:10AM
"Kerosene lamps, Jack?"
"Power's off, Sarah."
"Just locally?"
"Got 'voicemail' via the military radio. Blackout started in California around 3AM our time and moved east. Dawkins thinks it was orchestrated. DefCon level is up. I have the furnace on the inverter to keep the house comfortable until everyone is awa…"
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
"And the inverter is telling me about the battery level. I'll shut the LP furnace down and we'll do wake ups. Then we'll be using the wood furnace - the solar panels won't provide enough power to run the furnace full time with the small battery bank and limited winter sunshine hours. I'm guessing the wood furnace hasn't been used in more than 20 years and won't smell good when started. It is convection so it should heat this level OK. Possibly not so well for the bedrooms upstairs. We'll know more in a few hours. I'll wake the girls. You wake your Dad and Sammy."
"The LP furnace was installed about 20 years ago. I was old enough to notice that my grandmother thought it was the most wonderful appliance ever - and she took every visitor over to show them the thermostat with a clock that had the house warm when they woke in the morning. Grandpa Ezra didn't say much but smiled every time he walked by the wood rack in the basement - no more wood to split."
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"I'm cold!"
"Paige, do you remember me telling you that the power was off and the central heat would not be on?"
"Un huh."
"Did I also tell you to get socks and a sweatshirt?"
"But I don't wanna wear blue today!"
"Paige, remember that we use what we have. We'll be eating oatmeal because we have it. We'll have potatoes at one meal today because we have them. You'll wear the blue sweatshirt or you'll be cold. Now, Paige."
"Yes, Daddy."
"We don't have enough solar power to run the central heat all day and all night. We only get about five hours of sun that's strong enough to provide any power and only a couple hours of that sun is bright enough to recharge the batteries. That will only run the central heat for a small part of a day. Until the power comes back on, we'll be using the old wood-fired furnace in the basement. It hasn't been used in a long time and it will likely smell of scorched dirt until the fire has been burning for a while. I waited until everyone was awake so you wouldn't wake up to the scent of burning wood and think there was a fire."
"Do we hafta?"
"Would you rather stay cold, Rachel?"
"No. Warm."
"I'll go light it."
"Show me how, Daddy?"
"Me, too?"
"Amelia and Charlie, get jackets and shoes. I showed Amelia how to build a fire in the fireplace at the previous house. This requires a different layout for the wood. I see Amelia has her pencil and paper."
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"That firebox is bigger than the fireplace was. It's hard to reach the back of it."
"It's hard for you, shortstuff. This furnace wasn't designed to be operated by nine year olds. I just happen to have some very responsible nine year olds who are also very curious so I showed them how to do it. Most of the time, you'll just be adding wood to the fire. We're doing a cold start which requires laying a proper fire. If you're adding wood, you'll need to use the poker and the gloves to open the firebox door because it will be hot. I don't expect you to be putting in big pieces of wood. Nothing bigger than what I had you move. This is another place that you can get hurt so I'll be very strict about what you may do and how you do it."
"Yes, Daddy. Keeping us safe is part of how you love us."
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"Does the fire look like what I described as a proper fire?"
"There's more yellow on the flames than you said we should have. Do we adjust the air inlets or the damper?"
"Since we're doing a cold start, Charlie, the air inlets. We want a good fire to warm all the metal of the furnace and the duct work. When the furnace is putting out warm air, we'll adjust things so the fire is just big enough to keep the house warm. There's some trial and error in that and you have to wait for things to change upstairs to know if you got the adjustment correct. The temperature outside will also change during the day which will affect the amount of heat needed."
"Central heat with a thermostat is a lot easier!"
"Amelia, is this easier than a pot bellied stove plus a fireplace?"
"Un huh. Only one fire to take care of."
"Correct - and the heat is more even. Let's go see if it's working."
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"Rachel, you may sit by a register, not on it."
"But…"
"No buts. When you sit on the register you block the warm air and the rest of the room stays cold. There is no fan that can move even a little air when the register is covered."
"Mommy said I could!"
"I think you made a shortcut of what Mommy said. She's stayed in this house before and knows how the wood furnace works. She would have said to move a chair or a stool near the register and sit there. Come here for a hug. Things have been different with new kids in the house needing extra care and people trying to hurt us and you need some one-on-one time don't you?"
"Un huh."
"Do you remember when we first moved into the same house?"
"Un huh."
"Did you get extra time at first?"
"Me and Leah and Alicia."
"Did that mean that Amelia and Celia and Paige got less time with me?"
"I guess."
"Are we doing the same thing now with the new kids getting the extra time they need?"
"Un huh. But I wanna be with you!"
"I know, least patient girl. That's why we're talking and I don't have you standing in the corner. You think maybe all the others feel the same way but they have more experience with being patient?"
"Alicia and Amelia and everybody?"
"Yes, Rachel. Everybody. We'll start the schedule back in a day or two. The first week will be different with someone getting time in the morning, someone else after lunch and someone else either before or after supper. You won't get as much time the first week but you will get time. After the first week, the schedule will be more like what we did before. If you choose to have the 'C' team join us there'll be more kids on the schedule so it won't be 'your time' as often. Should we also do a schedule for Grandpa Joe so some of you can get time with him?"
"Like you always say: we need to talk about it."
"Then you do that."
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"Jack, it's amazing the things you can do with a hug. I thought for sure Rachel was headed for a full-fledged meltdown but you calmed her - and gave her a task that might improve things."
"And how will our youngest girl feel if she gets that done? I'm sure she'll get support for the project and all the girls will be happier."
"You read these kids so good."
"It's my job…"
"You goof."
"I also mentioned it to Celia the other day, so the two of them will likely get everyone on board. Is the heat even on this floor?"
"I took the IR thermometer around and the registers are all within about five degrees. The control on each duct might need some adjustment to get the room temperatures even but that's something to check in a couple of hours."
"What about upstairs?"
"About ten degrees cooler than this level but fine for sleeping with blankets."
"Then we're OK in the short term. I don't look forward to felling trees and splitting wood but I thought I saw a gas engine powered splitter outside. Need to get that working if power doesn't come back soon. I'd guess there might be six or seven cords of split wood in the woodshed and another five or six cords of unsplit. If we need more wood next winter, it'll need six months to a year to dry. Guess I can go looking for dead trees or deadfall that's already dry."
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Bee-doop!
"What's that, Jack?"
"Since it came from behind me, I'd guess it's our newest radio. Is the 'Message' light flashing?"
"Something is."
"So I finish my last bite of oatmeal and go listen."
Headphones so nothing panics the kids. Press the "Message" button.
{Mr. Wilson, it's Dawkins. The blackout is nationwide and extends into Canada and Mexico in places. DefCon is up another level. I noticed the woodshed when I was there, so I'll assume you have wood heat as an alternative. There's logging equipment about two miles from you where a company was clearing some land of mostly dead trees. You might have noticed it when we came in. There's a machine that holds a tree and fells it, then trims it and cuts it to length. There's some cut wood on the ground and you can cut as much of the rest as you can transport and store. Keep the kids warm.}
"That was Dawkins. The blackout is nationwide and extends into Canada and Mexico. There's a site about two miles away where they were clearing some dead trees. Think of that as firewood standing up. One of the all-in-one machines that can cut a tree, delimb it and cut it to length is parked there. We're welcome to as much of the wood as we can transport and store."
"We can take the semi. Jack. One of the trailers will work for cut wood. We can split it here and we have tarps to keep it dry."
"Then that should be the first chore of the day for you and me, Joe. Our kids have chores inside and out. While we're gone, I want all of the qualified people armed, whether inside or outside. Younger kids - get with the older kids so there's someone with you who's armed when you're out collecting eggs and feeding chickens."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Whoever does the milking, have another armed person with you."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
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"That's a lot of wood, Joe."
"Maybe ten cords, Jack. With a ballpark value of 5,000 lb per cord, that's about all the load I want to put in this trailer. I think one more trip to get the rest of it. Very good that we have power equipment to do the work. Based on typical winters here, we should be OK for four or five years. Looks like whatever killed these trees is spreading, so we can cut more next year. There's at least this much more in dieing trees. If the fuel for the bigger equipment lasts so we can get several winters' worth of wood each year for the next five years, we'll be good until the kids are big enough to do the work manually."
"I'd rather not think about manual logging and splitting."
"Me either. Any coffee left in that thermos?"
"Maybe one sip."
"I'll take it. Next time we need to double the coffee."
"How will you unload the wood, Joe?"
"Start with the grapples on the tractor, Jack. Then close the gate and tilt the bed up so the wood slides to the back. Then open the gate and use the grapples again. At some point we'll be using manual tools to position the remaining logs so they'll roll out."
"Wrestling the bigger stuff onto the splitter by hand?"
"No. We'll use a smaller grapple connected to a chain hoist on an A-frame."
"Sounds good to me."
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Monday, 6 December, 3:10PM
"You brought enough wood for the next decade, Jack?"
"Sarah, with what's already here, Joe thinks we have enough for maybe four or five years. Whatever killed those trees is spreading. There are about as many dieing trees as we cut today. We should be able to harvest several years' worth of wood each year as long as the fuel lasts. If we can do this for five years, we'll be OK until the kids are big enough to do manual logging."
"Amelia with an axe?"
"Her mother roofing a house?"
"I guess there is historical precedent."
"There is. And you know she'll ask to learn. Speaking of learning. If power stays off, we have some kids who need to learn to use the sun shower bags. And Joe and I will need to get the little water heaters installed along with setting up running cold water on two floors. And a slightly heated but ventilated space for the golf cart batteries so we can add them to the battery banks."
"The two of you missed lunch. There's soup and cornbread from yesterday. Without power, you'll also need to do something about refrigeration soon."
"I'll put the pot of soup on to warm. We should plan on adding the batteries and getting running water today - particularly the batteries since sun is in the forecast the next few days. I'll miss the daily forecasts if power stays off. We can get an approximation from the barometer, but that's not the same as seeing satellite images and having hour-by-hour sun, rain and wind forecasts. Running pipe for the LP fridges and pipe and hoses for the little water heaters is a project for tomorrow."
"When did you plan to split that mountain of wood, Mr. Wilson?"
"As we have time, Mrs. Wilson. We're probably OK for this winter with what's already split and in the woodshed. We just need to replace it in time for next winter. If we can do a little each week, we only need to keep up with our usage to always have multiple cords of dry and split wood available."
"I see a long range planner there."
"I thinking more in terms of a man who doesn't want split wood manually."
"That too."
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Bee-doop!
Now what? Press 'Message'.
{Jack, this is Tim. My niece Lexi is here now. PreSel 407 will come directly to my command radio operator. Let me know when to bring her.}
"Sarah, Joe. Need to get the kids together for this. I'll explain when they're all here so I only say it once."
"I think most are reading or playing board games. I'll collect from this floor."
"Thanks, Dad. I'll check for anyone napping upstairs."
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"You look so serious, Daddy."
"It is serious, kids. I have a request from the Colonel."
"He's nice."
"He got us here."
"Do all of you remember that the Chinese were behind much of the use and abuse of kids?"
"I sure do!"
"Me, too!"
"And me!"
"The Colonel's niece Alexandra…"
"I heard Lexi on the radio."
"Lexi is a nickname for Alexandra, Charlie. You think her uncle might have a special name for her?"
"Un huh."
"I want to tell you a little about Alexandra and then ask you a question."
"You want to take her in, don't you Daddy?"
"The Colonel asked me if we could help her, Lisa. Let me tell you what I know about her. Alexandra's been missing for months. When they quarantined all the ships in port so they couldn't leave, they inspected those ships. Alexandra was being held on a Chinese ship…"
"I heard they were worse than the embassies!"
"The blue buses were bad, but they said they'd send us to a ship is we didn't do what they said. Nobody ever came back from a ship."
"Those of you who were on the blue buses have an idea how badly Alexandra may have been treated. What I know is that she doesn't speak and she barely eats enough to stay alive. If she comes here, some of you will be reminded of bad things that happened to you. If I can help her, I think you know that I'll be spending a lot of time with her. Some of you are missing the one-on-one time you usually get with me. Do you understand that having someone who's been hurt this much will mean that you'll get less time with me?"
"Mister Jack?"
"Yes, Crissy?"
"I'm not family yet so I don't have a vote. I do know that I'd be dead if you hadn't taken me in. She can have the time you're giving me. She needs it more."
"Thank you, Crissy."
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Amelia?"
"Crissy sounds like she's already family if she's willing to give up her time with you for someone else. I think we should vote on them real soon."
"Thank you, Amelia."
"I want all of you to talk with each other. If you have a question or need to talk to an adult, ask me or Sarah or Joe. Before supper, I'll ask you to vote on letting Alexandra come here to see if I can help her. This is not to take her in as family. The Colonel is family to her, so she has some family. This is just for her to stay here while I learn what help she needs. You have an hour or so. Go think and talk."
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Amelia?"
"You haven't finished with Cyndy yet."
"I know, shortstuff. And I expect to have a session with Cyndy and then one with the entire 'C' team. Should I say 'no' to Alexandra?"
"You won't say 'no' if there's even a tiny chance that you can help her. That's not who you are. That's one of the reasons we all love you."
"I know that you need some one-on-one time…"
"Un huh!"
"But you know that I put priorities on needs…"
"And 'needs' before 'wants'. I understand. I just miss being with you."
"And I miss being with you, Amelia."
(I love you, shortstuff.)
(You too.)
---
"To the table, kids."
"Yes, Momma."
"Has everyone decided about Alexandra? I see nods so I think that's yes. Because this isn't adding a family member, the vote is majority - one more than half. Raise your hand if you're willing to let her stay while I see if I can help her. Hands down. Raise your hand if you're not willing to let her come for a while. Hands down. The majority voted to let her come. Looking at these serious faces, no, I don't know how long that will be. Maybe a week, but possibly more. I'll tell you when I know more. You eat. I'll tell the Colonel."
PreSel 407. "Call" button.
{Colonel's tent. This is Dawkins.}
{Dawkins, this is Jack Wilson. Thank you and your group for your attention to our children. Would you tell the Colonel that the kids voted 'yes' to Alexandra staying while I see whether I can help her?}
{I'm here, Jack. Many thanks to you and your kids. We'll be there in 20 minutes.}
"You heard the Colonel. They'll be here in 20 minutes. It's OK if you take your time with supper. Alexandra might be more comfortable if there are other kids around and they're eating."
"You read kids so good, Mister Jack - even ones that you can't see."
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Monday, 6 December, 7:35PM
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
Three vehicles. I'm guessing the non-military vehicle is less scary for Alexandra.
Meet them on the porch.
"Hi, Tim."
"Hi, Jack. This is Lexi."
"Hi, Alexandra that your uncle calls Lexi. I'm Mister Jack."
"You're blue! Hold me?"
"She hasn't said a word in the hours she's been here and she avoids everyone except Columbo and me but she talked to you and has you in a bear hug? Explain?"
"She's a perceptive, like Sarah and her kids and their cousins. She reads people's auras. Blue is a loving, caring person. In her mind, that translates to 'safe'. Bring your crew in, Tim. We're eating supper and you're welcome to join us. I might get a little food into Lexi when she's around the other kids."
"It's good, Mister Colonel. We got potatoes and eyeballs!"
"Potatoes and eyeballs?"
"Sliced potatoes and baby onions, Tim. I called them 'potatoes and eyeballs' to get one of the kids to try them and now they all call it that."
"He did that for me, Lexi. I'm Amelia. If you don't want the eyeballs, would you like a graham cracker with chocolate on it?"
"I can, Mister Jack? I don't gotta do anything to get it?"
"Maybe say 'please' and 'thank you'?"
"Please! Thank you, Amelia."
"And I think Lexi might want to turn so it's easier to eat. You may stay in my lap if that's where you want to be. And maybe something to drink to help your throat that hasn't been used much for talking?"
"Can I stay with you?"
"For a while. Our kids voted to allow you to stay while I see whether I can help you. I think we already know that I can. Now we need to learn how much help you need. I'll limit you to two graham crackers with chocolate because that's rich food for a tummy that hasn't had much in it. I think you need a shower and your hair washed. Don't run away. You get to choose whether you do that yourself or if you want someone to help you. You will need someone to explain how we do showers with the power off. There are six girls about your age, my wife Miss Sarah, her Dad Grandpa Joe, or me if you need help. You're close enough in size to wear almost anything those girls wear, so you'll have a choice of clothes and sleepwear. You can choose to sleep in a bunk in a room with most of the other girls your age or in a bunk in the room with Charlie, Crissy and Cyndy, who are our newest kids."
"Can I sleep with you so I'll be safe and nobody can hurt me?"
"My wife will have to agree to that. And is it just 'sleep' or are you thinking of other things?"
"You know what I want, Mister Jack?"
"I know what you think you want, Lexi, but it's not what you need."
"What's the difference?"
"You've been used by other people and the only attention you got was some kind of sex. Because of that, you think you want sex but what you need is a lap and a shoulder and some time to tell me your story and cry out your hurts."
"You're not gonna do me?"
"That's not what you need. You need some time to talk about things you don't want to share with the other kids…"
"How'd you know?"
"You're not the first one he's helped, Lexi. That was me."
"Then me."
"And me."
"Enough, girls. I think Lexi is close to overload. I'll take her to the bunkhouse so she can have a private place to talk. Sarah, if you could get sleepwear and clothes for tomorrow and I'll take that out with me."
"Yes, Jack."
---
"Mrs. Wilson?"
"Yes, Dawkins?"
"I lost a bet with the Colonel. He said Mr. Wilson would have Lexi talking within an hour and I said 'No way'. Loser does three days of chores here. What do you need done?"
"There're more than 20 cords of cut and dried but unsplit wood out back and a gas engine powered splitter."
"Me and my big mouth."
"Start after daylight tomorrow. Bring good gloves. There is a chain hoist to get the bigger pieces on the splitter's platform."
"I'll be here."
---
"Can I get a shower?"
"Lexi, I can get Miss Sarah to come help you with a shower."
"You're blue. She's not. I want you."
"What color is she?"
"Yellow."
"Which means that she's a perceptive like you."
"She sees colors?"
"Yes. And she's a healer, which the stains on your jeans tell me you may need."
"You know what happened to me?"
"I've cared for enough kids who were on the blue buses to have a very good idea of what happened to you."
"I might need her."
"Then I'll get things ready for your shower. This isn't the shower you're accustomed to. Without power, we use these shower bags because we don't have running water. First, you sit here while I get the LP heater going to get the bunkhouse warm. Then I'll put some water on the stove to heat. I'll tell Sarah."
(Sarah, need you in ten minutes.)
(On my way.)
"You looked at the house but you didn't yell or anything."
"I'll explain that later. For whatever 'owies' you have, we have first aid things, there's a Medic in your Uncle Tim's troops and Miss Sarah can help with most injuries."
"Do you always explain things like this?"
"Are things less scary if you know about them before they happen?"
"Un huh."
"So maybe there's a good reason I do the explanations?"
"You're nice. Can I stay with you?"
"First, we need to get you through telling your story. I recognize that look. Yes, I mean all the things that happened to you, including where you were, who was there, what they did to you or made you do, flags or clothes or pictures or buildings you remember - everything."
"But th-th-they'll k-k-kill m-m-me!"
"People have tried to hurt or kill several of the kids here. The kids are still here. Those people are not. Some of them are in jail but some of them are dead. Nobody hurts the kids I'm responsible for."
"You're scary when you're angry - but not to me 'cause you'll use the 'scary' to keep me safe."
Knock. Knock.
"Come in, Sarah. I think the room is warm enough for a shower and the water is hot."
"Hot?"
"Lexi, a little hot water with a lot of cold water to make a bag of warm water for a shower. With your long hair, that's probably a bag to wash and rinse your hair and a bag to wash and rinse you."
"Teach me so I can do it next time, Miss Sarah?"
"Yes."
---
"Jack, her hair could use time with another dry towel but she's bathed and dressed. I have kids inside that need me."
"Thank you, Miss Sarah."
"You're welcome, Lexi. Jack, I'll be back when needed."
"Lexi, I'll dry your hair a little more and then you need to brush and floss."
"You sound like my Daddy did."
"I sometimes hear that from my kids. Was the blood the reason you wouldn't let your Uncle Tim help you with a shower?"
"I didn't want him to see the blood and know what I'd been doing!"
"Lexi, you already told him part of it."
"No! I didn't tell him anything!"
"Not something you told him. Something you asked me."
"I only asked…"
"Asked what, Lexi?"
"If you were gonna do me. He'll hate me for saying that and doing that!"
"Was it your choice?"
"No! I hit them but they were bigger than me!"
"Then not something you wanted to do. You think maybe he's smart enough to know that?"
"He is pretty smart."
"Then he'll know that the other words you learned were from what happened to you?"
"I guess."
"We'll talk more about that later. For now, do you want to sit in my lap and I'll brush your hair?"
"Un huh!"
---
knock. knock
'Come in, Sarah.'
'She's asleep, Jack?'
'For the moment. She didn't want Tim to know what she'd been doing. Another strong, stubborn girl.'
'But they all open up to you.'
'It's a gift. Some days it seems like a curse. If I can put her down without waking her, you scan for the source of the blood. Regardless of her arguments, the bleeding isn't just her period.'
---
"Huh? What? Why do I feel warm inside?"
"Lexi, Miss Sarah stopped the bleeding."
"Jack, neither tear was big, but she definitely needs the antibiotics. Go ask the medic."
"On my way."
"Mister Jack won't tell Uncle Tim, will he?"
"Lexi, I think your Uncle Tim had a good idea of what had happened to you because you were on a Chinese ship. He knows that Jack is really good at making kids feel safe and getting them to talk to him about what's happened to them. That's why Tim asked if you could come here for a while."
"He knows and he still wants me for family?"
"Lexi, did you choose to do any of those things?"
"No."
"Then you're not to blame for what other people did to you."
"I'm not?"
"Could you stop any man who wanted to rip your clothes off and use your body?"
"I tried, but they hit me!"
"Jack, you're back just in time."
"I heard. Here's the antibiotic. Leave two out for now; put the bottle with those for the others. Lexi, I think you need a lap so you can continue your story."
---
Her life on the buses would have been much like the others had she not been so strong willed and so incredibly stubborn. She fought them - with fingernails, fists, shoes and even someone's brand new iPhone. While a few liked her spirit, many wanted her punished so she got passed down the ranks - and up in brutality. I think there's a pretty face under the bruises. Her ribs are tender for anything more than a gentle hug, although she sometimes holds on as though she'll never let go. From the way she moves it at times, I think there might be some damage to her left arm - need Sarah again for these things, but let's get Lexi through her tears and her puke first. Hiccups. First sign of the oncoming flood, so time to get her in front of the throne. I see her clutching the ribs on the left side during some of her heaves. Poor baby! I can't imagine how painful those ribs must be when you have those big heaves. I did tie her hair back after the shower so I've kept it out of the vomit stream. Her face will need wiping and she'll need the water drill but she can snuggle on my shoulder and sleep. She's done. Ease her back and prop her against the tub. Wipe her face. That jerk away from the wet cloth may indicate more than a bruise. Damn but I wish I had access to whoever did this! The pasture to the south needs fertilizer and ground up body parts should work fine. Freshly ground, with them screaming as they go in the big chipper from the logging site. Now the water drill. She's done this before. And brush. And mouthwash. On my shoulder and back to the chair.
(Sarah, need you again. Possible broken bones.)
(On my way.)
knock. knock.
"Come in."
"What's broken?"
"This place on her arm."
"Green twig. Normally a cast."
"These places on her face."
"Normally a plastic surgeon using plates and screws."
"Her ribs on the left side."
"Think they're cracked and worse."
"Where do you need her and my hands?"
"Her on the bed, undressed so I can check for other damage."
"Lexi?"
"Huh?"
"It's Mister Jack. Miss Sarah wants to check the other places you've been hurt so she needs your jammies off."
"OK."
"There's not much space for hands on her face, so your fingertips here and here. Be aware of what your hands feel."
"Seems that you're taking longer than usual."
"Lots of little bone pieces. Probably hit with a blunt object - multiple times. Easy, Jack. Don't crank up the power when you're angry. You have good reason to be angry but healing only goes so fast."
"Sorry."
"No, that's just you responding to a child being hurt. Allowing for the swelling in the soft tissue, I think this cheek will match the other one. Now her arm. Hold it here and here. Put pressure on it like this to get the split piece back in place. Hold it in place while it heals. This is something that you can probably do. Take a break."
"We just did."
"You and your pun-ishment."
"Now the ribs?"
"Yes. First I scan the undamaged side to see how they should be placed. Then to the repair. This will take longer than the arm but not as long as the face. One rib is broken and has floated out of place. Glad she didn't get hit in the chest or stomach and have that rib driven into her heart or lung. The ones on either side of it are cracked. The ones on either side of that are bruised. First the bruising. Then move the cracked ones to their optimum position and heal them. Now to move the loose rib and re-attach and heal it. This will likely leave her almost as sore as the broken rib - but the damaged tissue along the path can be healed quickly. Rib is in place. The secure attachment will take longer. That's done. I'll do a scan of the rest of her starting at her toes. Damn!"
"What's wrong?"
"She's pregnant! Probably close to a month. She's OK and so is the baby but she doesn't need this additional hassle. I've half a mind to…"
"Sarah! Ask her first. She needs to know all the positives and negatives - but she needs to make the choice. On the other hand, we know for certain that one girl in the group that sees auras can get pregnant."
"Which is a positive thing in one sense, but not all that positive for her."
"I'll ask her if she knows who the father might be and if she wants to tell Tim or wants one of us to tell him. Finish your scan."
"That pretty hair hides a lot of scars on her head but none look serious. You brushed her hair 100 strokes?"
"She asked and it seemed to calm her. She was asleep before I finished."
"Probably a bedtime routine with one parent or the other. Good choice, Mr. Wilson."
"Thank you, Mrs. Wilson."
"There's ibuprofen for kids on the counter if she wakes hurting. Meanwhile, may you both have a quiet night."
"You, too."
---
How do we handle a pregnant girl? What limits do we put on her activities and when? Where do we get maternity clothes that will fit her? Are there patterns in the boxes marked "sewing" that are stacked near the treadle sewing machine we brought with us? Maybe teach her and the others to sew? At least they'd have only themselves to blame if they didn't like the way something fits.
Where do we get an ob-gyn or a pediatrician? How much training has Columbo had? Will he know of someone to ask? How will Lexi respond to the news? Will she want to know the gender of her child? Sarah did finally tell me. Will the baby's gender matter to Lexi? Will she want to keep the child if she does decide not to abort? These would be hard questions for someone twice your age, little girl. I hope we guide you to the best choices for you. Interesting - I'm not thinking 'right' choices but 'best' choices. I guess 'right' is relative in the midst of so much that's wrong: GG-183, the use/abuse of all the kids for political power, the setbacks in technology we're getting from lack of qualified people - including one of the basic needs of our 'just in time' society: truck drivers.
(I love you, Lexi.)
She has a smile now. She 'heard' me and also sees auras - is she family to Sarah? Sleep well, at least for a while. I'll tell you about your pregnancy when you wake - better to get that discussion started and get Lexi thinking of what's best for Lexi. I won't bet on either choice. She's strong and might see life without this child as best for Lexi but her caring side will want what's best for the child. I should ask Sarah if she'd be interesting in adopting an infant.
---
"Hi, Lexi."
"Hi, Da… Mister Jack. Kiss me on the lips next time?"
"I know you've not been treated well, so I didn't want to scare you."
"You won't. Your touch is so gentle and I know your kiss will be. I heard 'I love you' in my mind. Am I crazy?"
"Not crazy. There was an injury to my brain and when it re-wired itself to work around the damaged parts it seems that some of the 90% of our brains that we don't normally use was awakened. I can do this with some of the other girls who see auras and with Miss Sarah. I think maybe it runs in families like seeing auras does. You might be able to do it also. We can check that later. A question about you: Do you remember when your period started?"
"About 3 months ago. But I haven't had one in a long time. At home I kept a calendar but on the buses the days all ran together."
"Do you remember where you were about five or six weeks ago?"
"I spent two weeks with 'Grace' - the guy in the white robe. Did my period stop because I'm pregnant?"
"Yes. Sarah said you're about one month."
"Is my baby OK?"
"I thought you'd ask that. Yes, she's fine, but there are some things we need to talk about."
"It's a girl?"
"I said 'she', didn't I?"
"You're an awful tease!"
"And a tickle monster. Go pee before I grab your ribs and you leak."
"Don't tickle! I'm going!"
"Don't flush. We'll do that before we leave the bunkhouse. With the power off, we bring water inside in buckets and use the dipper and pan for handwashing. The wash water goes in the bucket on the floor and we use it for flushing."
"You can flush and it doesn't come up in the tub?"
"We have our own septic tank so the drains work. If you're on a city sewer that requires pumps to move stuff uphill to the treatment center, the lines start filling up when the power goes off."
"OK. I'm done."
"You can't be. You haven't been in the oven."
"You're silly!"
"But you're smiling. Back in my lap. This pregnant girl needs to know many things about what will happen to your body as the baby grows. Would you rather talk with me or Sarah?"
"You're so good at giving choices! Probably both of you. Could I talk with her first?"
(You still awake, Sarah?)
(Yes. Lexi wants to talk about her baby?)
(Yes.)
(Be right there.)
---
"Lexi, do you want Jack to stay and you can be in his lap or beside him or would you rather it just be the two of us?"
"Just me and you, but I want him later."
"Are the others asleep, Sarah?"
"Possibly the younger ones. Dad read the story and told them you would come by for hugs and kisses if you could but he would for anyone who couldn't stay awake. They were all holding out for you."
"Then I'll go kiss all of them but the sleepers just on the forehead so I don't wake them."
"You do stories and kisses every night?"
"Every night that I can. Tonight someone else read because I was needed elsewhere."
"You were taking care of me."
"Correct. I'll let Miss Sarah take care of you until you need me again and I'll go do that terrible chore of telling my kids goodnight."
"You're silly!"
"But you're smiling."
---
Only the oldest are still awake - and some of them just barely.
"Amelia?"
"Always, Daddy."
'Is Lexi gonna be OK? I heard you ask Momma to help.'
'Yes, for most things. Your mother is talking with Lexi about something none of the others has had to deal with.'
(She's pregnant?)
(Yes. Keep it quiet until Lexi decides how she wants to handle it.)
(Yes, Daddy.)
"Alicia?"
"Always, Daddy."
'Lexi's hurt more than the others? Momma's out there for the second time.'
'We'll tell you more later. For now, let Lexi decide what she tells and when.'
'Yes, Daddy.'
"Lisa?"
"Always, Daddy."
'Sammy's already asleep.'
'I noticed. The sleepers got a kiss on the forehead.'
"Maddie?"
"Always, Daddy."
(I 'heard' about Lexi. I won't tell.)
{Thank you, Maddie)
"Michelle?"
"Always, Daddy."
"Crissy?"
"Yes."
"Charlie?"
"Always."
(I 'heard' you and Miss Sarah. I won't tell.)
(Thank you, Charlie.)
---
It's late. Some of these kids will have a hard time getting up in the morning. Speaking of morning, I should check the wood furnace. Get my 'nerd' headlight. To the basement. The firebox door needs oiling again but not as noisy as the first time I opened it. No surprise there - the cast iron has soaked up the initial application of oil. Little squirt of oil on each hinge on both inside and outside. Load the firebox again as it was earlier - probably good for eight hours if I close the damper a little. The house will be a little cooler in the morning but not cold. Having a lot of masonry in the construction makes for a slow cool down. Back to the kitchen. Tea kettle on for hot water and a cup of chamomille tea. Probably should make a pot of tea and take it out with me. If Lexi's awake she'll be upset - and maybe calmed back down - after talking with Sarah.
Will Lexi be physically big enough for a vaginal birth? Can we induce labor early? At eight months? Earlier? Is Columbo's training sufficiently advanced to do a C-section? Will she be physically able to survive that? Better get my cup of tea now - I need calming.
---
(Jack. She wants you.)
(On my way.)
knock. knock.
"Hello, Mr. Wilson."
"Hello, Mrs. Wilson. Would you care for a cup of chamomille tea? Lexi, with the tear streaks I see, I think you should have a cup."
"Do I hafta?"
"Think of it as medicine that doesn't taste too bad."
"Can I sit in your lap?"
"You may."
"What's the difference?"
"'Can' means able to. 'May' means has permission to."
"So I 'can' and I 'may'?"
"Yes. What are you waiting for?"
"I'm here!"
"The tea's been made a while so I don't think it's hot enough to burn your tongue but start with a little sip to be sure."
"OK. It's not too bad."
"So what did my two ladies decide?"
"That I wanna think about it a long time. Maybe we can talk again tomorrow?"
"I think that's a good choice, smart girl."
"Why am I smart?"
"Because you made the hard choice of taking time to think about the possibilities."
"Yeah. There's a lot of them. Some good for me. Some good for my baby. Some good for both of us. Some not so good. I need a hug!"
"As long as you need me, Lexi."
"Can I sleep on your shoulder tonight 'cause it's a safe place to sleep?"
"You may. I think you might not sleep well without some extra attention because you're almost in tears now from trying to guess how being pregnant will affect the rest of your life."
"You read me so good!"
"You drank the tea. Now brush and floss. Then come snuggle on my shoulder."
"Goodnight, Mr. Wilson."
"Goodnight, Mrs. Wilson. I'll remember the promise of that kiss - and collect with interest."
"As I expected."
---
Monday, 6 December, 11:50PM
"You and her still do a lot of kissy-face."
"I don't know about 'still do'. We've only been married a little over a month."
"But you got all those kids!"
"Amelia, Celia and Paige are Sarah's children. Alicia, Leah and Rachel lived down the street and were their best friends. Their father went to jail and then their mother to prison for a long time so they moved in with Sarah. I was staying in the garage apartment and was there to help take care of Amelia and her sisters after their father was killed in a car wreck. The others we've acquired along the way. Lisa, Sammy, Shannon, Debbie and Michelle were neighbors' kids that we took in. Crissy, Cyndy and Charlie we found beside the road on our way here…"
"But they get along like they were family!"
"They get along because they know about being hurt. Amelia saw the wreck that killed her father. Celia and Paige were in the van with him…"
"That woulda been awful!"
"The others were used as you were. Some more by 'family'; others were on the blue buses. They know it's like to be hurt and they try very hard to be kind to each other. When we're on our normal schedule, each kid gets some one-on-one time with me on a regular basis. This week has been different with getting three new kids - Charlie, Crissy and Cyndy - and getting them to talk things out. Cyndy needs another one-on-one session with me and then the three of them need a session together. Today we acquired another girl who needs some special care - I guess that's actually yesterday as it's just after midnight - and we need to be asleep."
"I get a goodnight kiss?"
"If you want one. I usually go to each bunkroom…"
"Bunkroom?"
"Lots of kids. Few rooms. Multiple bunks in each room, so bunkrooms."
"OK."
"I go to the rooms and to each child and ask."
"Ask me?"
"Lexi?"
"Yes!"
"Little girl kiss on your puckered up lips."
"OK. Being pregnant isn't gonna be fun, is it?"
"I wouldn't say 'fun'. Definitely interesting as you experience the changes in your body. Certainly annoying if you have morning sickness. Probably a joy when your child is born…"
"But you and Miss Sarah aren't sure about how that will work 'cause my body might not be big enough to have a baby the usual way?"
"No, we're not sure. I think your responses are telling me that you don't want to abort the baby?"
"It's not her fault. I know it might be risky for me but I can't kill someone who doesn't want to harm me."
"Adult women sometimes find pregnancy scary. I'm not surprised that you do."
"Do the others know?"
"Charlie and Amelia and Maddie. I told Amelia that Sarah was talking with you about something none of the others have had to deal with. She said 'pregnant'…"
"She reads you pretty good."
"She does and she won't tell. Remember the 'I love you' in your mind? Charlie 'hears' things that aren't thought at her. She told me that she heard Sarah and me 'talking' about you - and that she won't tell anyone else. Maddie also 'hears' those things. She won't tell."
"It's like I already have three sisters who love me."
"Charlie, Amelia and Maddie are very loving, caring people. I think you'll find that all the kids are but some have different ways of showing it. Goodnight, Lexi."
"You kissed my nose!"
"That's a little girl goodnight kiss for a little girl who needs to sleep now so she can work on some big girl problems in the morning."
"Goodnight, new Daddy."
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:16:18 GMT -6
Tuesday, 7 December, 6:30AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. I could use a few more hours sleep and I think this Sleeping Beauty could - well, the Beauty part when the rest of the bruising is gone. Green and purple are not her best colors.
"Good morning, Lexi."
"Good morning, Da… Mister Jack! I slept so good on your shoulder!"
"I've heard that from some other kids. Get socks on and go pee."
"Socks?"
"The floor is cold. especially the tile in the bathroom."
"OK, socks. What's for breakfast?"
"Whatever we help the others fix. Probably eggs and some version of oatmeal."
"Oatmeal? Yuck! We had it almost every day when we were on the buses."
"This won't be like any oatmeal you've had before."
"Better than going hungry. Last night you said not to flush. Do I now?"
"Most of the time we flush by color."
"Color?"
"If it's yellow, let it mellow. If it's brown, flush it down."
"This is brown."
"Do the paper work and wash your hands. I'll pee and then flush."
---
"I'm finished. You want to flush, Lexi?"
"How?"
"Add just a little water to this bucket - it needs to be to this line. Pour it in the toilet quickly."
"It flushed! I didn't know you could do that!"
"You'll probably learn more things you didn't know while you're here."
"I can stay?"
"Until we find a safe place for you to stay permanently."
"Who's gonna want a pregnant girl or one with a baby?"
"I said we'll find a safe place - that includes for you and your baby. You may stay here until we do. Dress and we'll go see what they need us to do for breakfast."
"With all the kids to do the work, you cook?"
"We all help where we can. There are a lot of us and without power we do a lot of things by hand. Each does what he or she is able to do. Nine year olds can wash and dry dishes, with some help on the bigger pieces and the sharp knives. I don't expect Rachel to fry eggs but she can help set the table."
"All of you are a big family."
"Yes. Get a jacket - and zip it up."
"You sound like a Daddy."
"I have more than a dozen children. I probably sound that way a lot."
"It's a nice sound."
---
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Celia?"
"Mr. Dawkins brought some 'goodies' for us kids. There's some cashews and orange gummy worms…"
"And you want some special oatmeal?"
"I think Lexi might like it after the first bite."
"Oatmeal with worms?"
"I hate oatmeal but not the kinds Daddy fixes."
"Do my helpers remember what things we'll need for this?"
"Yes, Daddy."
---
"It's ready. First, a little bite for Lexi. No, open your eyes and unscrunch your face so the spoon can get in your mouth."
"Do I hafta?"
"You 'hafta' for one bite."
"OK. Just a little bite. Hey! This is good!"
"Told ya! Bet you'll like his peanut butter fish and green potatoes and blue carrots, too."
"How come nobody else does stuff this good?"
"They don't have Daddy to teach them."
"Sarah, where is Dawkins?"
"Follow your ears."
"The splitter?"
"Seems he lost a bet with the Colonel, who'd said you'd have Lexi talking within an hour. Obviously, it didn't take that long. Bet was three days doing chores here. He asked what and I said splitting wood."
"Good to have some younger muscle for that. I'd guess he's been at it since sunup?"
"That would be correct."
"I'll invite him in to eat with us."
---
"You're telling me that the kids requested putting the cashews and gummy worms in the oatmeal?"
"I did, Mr. Dawkins."
"You like oatmeal that much?"
"I hate regular oatmeal. I love the special ways Daddy makes it."
"An oatmeal hater likes it? Guess it can't be too bad. It is good! Celia, can we borrow your Daddy to cook for us?"
"No! You can't have him!"
"About as I expected - and none of the others would let me have him either."
"Thanks for the woodwork, Dawkins."
"Glad I had a napkin in hand, Mr. Wilson, or I'd have laughed oatmeal across the table. You have a most unexpected sense of humor. You're welcome. Being off guard duty and part of a family is a real treat - woodwork or not."
---
"Lexi, I think you need more time to talk - both finishing your story and working out some of the things in your future."
"Yes, Mister Jack. Back to the bunkhouse?"
"Yes. Get your jacket…"
"And zip it. I see how the wind is blowing. If we were gonna be out longer, it'd be hat, gloves and scarf to go with the jacket."
"Very good, smart girl."
"You really don't know if I can have a baby the usual way?"
"No, Lexi. Neither Sarah not I have any knowledge about or experience with someone giving birth around age ten. There are two possible sources of more information. The medic who's with the Colonel's unit might know or know someone to ask. Sarah has an aunt who's been a healer for a long time and she might know but she's in Montana and we don't know if communications are working there."
"The phones don't work?"
"Many of them don't. If the power is off across the country for a week or more, none of the phones will work."
"It's not just off here?"
"You missed the things we told the other kids yesterday. The blackout started in California early yesterday morning. It was here in about an hour and across the country a little later in the day. The blackout extends into Canada and Mexico."
"That doesn't sound like something broke. Things that break only make it dark in a few states."
"And how would you know that?"
"Uncle Tim showed me some maps on his laptop when he was at our house one time and the power went out. He had maps from different years and some of the same places were dark almost every year because of ice but there were other places that were dark because something broke. The things that broke they could fix in a few days. Sometimes it was weeks for the places with ice."
"That it wasn't 'something that broke' was the conclusion one of the Colonel's people shared with me - someone had to have coordinated the 'breaking' of a lot of things to cause a nationwide blackout."
"Then it probably won't get fixed soon."
"No, smart girl. Not soon. Maybe not for a long time."
"I hoped you wouldn't say that."
"Remember that we try to tell our kids what's happening so they'll know what to expect. You know to expect the bag showers because the pump on the well isn't running, so no running hot water for a regular shower. We'll be installing some little water heaters to make it easier to get the hot water we mix with cold water to fill the shower bags but we probably won't be running everyone through the shower in one day. No power also means no TV - well, you'd be watching DVD's because the TV stations can't transmit without power. No radios except the ones that have windup or solar power and no radio stations in this country unless they have backup power. We will charge some of the music devices."
"No GameBoy?"
"No GameBoy or Wii or PS<anything>. Most of the time, the only games will be people-powered. When it's too cold to be outside, that'll be mostly card and board games but we have some more active indoor games - like Twister and Limbo. There are many books and I think we'll be starting a one room school - we have enough kids and three adults who can be the teachers."
"No power means the fridge won't be cold. How will you keep milk and stuff?"
"We have some fridges that run on LP gas…"
"Gas burns to make heat for stoves and furnaces, not cold! You're teasing me again!"
"Not teasing. There really are fridges that use LP gas to keep things cold. Amelia wanted to know how that worked so we looked it up. Ask her when we go in for lunch. Have you put off talking about Lexi's past and future long enough?"
"I like to put it off forever, but you were right last night. Telling some of my story made me feel better. It didn't change what happened but telling it to someone who understands and cares about me - and getting a lot of hugs and snuggles - takes some of the hurt away. Where do I start?"
"Remember that I recorded what you said because my memory isn't perfect? I'll play back the last five minutes or so of what you told me and you can keep going from there."
"OK."
---
She's cried herself to sleep after more an hour of wrestling with things she doesn't want anyone to know about but needs to tell someone. Not the body-wrenching sobs that led to hiccups and worse last night, just a lot of tears and some wails. She had to be strong to survive all the degrading things that were done to her. I love this little mother. She just smiled and that wasn't a directed thought. Will she pick up on other little thoughts? Wait - did I just come up with a nickname? In less than 24 hours? And I have a dozen as yet un-nicknamed. When she reaches the point of telling the others that's she's pregnant, they won't think anything about me saying 'little mother' because it's a description. It's almost time for lunch. The splitter has been running steadily - except for pauses to refill the gas tank. I'll invite Dawkins in for lunch.
"Hi, Lexi."
"Nice wake up, Daddy. I know. Not Daddy until I'm voted in but you're acting like a Daddy and you love me like a Daddy would. My face feels funny."
"You might want to look in the mirror."
"Yuck! Help me wash it?"
"I'll heat some water for that. Warm water might do better at dissolving your snot mask."
"Wh-Wh-What about y-y-your sh-sh-shirt?"
"Calm down, Lexi. There's nothing on my shirt. I had a towel in place. And I don't hit kids."
"But how else do you punish them?"
"Talking about what they did or didn't do for ten minutes. No dessert. Not letting them in the group for the bedtime story. No goodnight kiss."
"I'd rather be hit."
"Are you sure about that? Now that your face is clean, look at your cheek."
"Yuck! That green and purple is worse than the snot."
"That's the bruising from where you were hit with something hard. Probably hit several times."
"The guy with the snake cane. He pushed the button but the snake wouldn't bite. Then he hit me in the side and in the face."
"Come here for a hug. I'm very glad that his snake wouldn't bite you."
"You're glad that I got hit?"
"No. I'm glad that you're alive. When the snake bit, it killed the kid that was bitten."
"Hold me!"
"I will, for as long as you need. That's probably the scariest thing you've heard."
"He wanted to kill me?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because he didn't want anyone telling of the things he had done with and to the kids."
"You shoulda had another towel."
"I have a spare shirt out here."
"You do this a lot?"
"Whenever someone needs a shoulder to cry on. Some of the kids have needed it many times."
"So you have spare shirts 'cause you know it might happen?"
"Correct, smart girl. Let's wash your face again and go see about lunch. You want to invite Dawkins to eat with us?"
"I can?"
"You may."
"OK. I'll get it right next time."
"Get your jacket."
"It's zipped. Hold my hand?"
"I always like to hold hands with a pretty girl."
"You're silly! My face is all green and purple."
"This side is fine. It looks like a pretty girl to me."
"You're still silly!"
"And you're smiling."
"You're good at that."
---
"Mr. Dawkins?"
"Yes, Lexi?"
"Come eat lunch with us. Mister Jack said I could ask you."
"Then I'll be pleased to join you."
"Dawkins, if you'd like warm water to wash up, there's a pot on the stove in the bunkhouse."
"Sir."
---
"Chicken and dumplings, Sarah?"
"One of the hens went after Shannon when she was gathering eggs. When Dad grabbed the hen, one of the roosters went after him. We have plenty of chicken today."
"I guess we do."
---
"Mrs. Wilson, you didn't cook something special because I'm here, did you?"
"No, Dawkins. A hen went after Shannon when she was collecting eggs this morning and a rooster got after Dad when he grabbed the hen."
"Sounds like excellent reasons."
"Sit by me, Mr. Dawkins?"
"Yes, Lexi."
"Mister Jack told me about the blackout all over. Is any of it getting fixed?"
"Mr. Wilson?"
"We've already told the other kids. They handle change better when they know why."
"Lexi, there are some very small areas of light. Mostly those are older portions of the power grid that have little or no electronics in their control systems. Usually it's a small town or a thinly populated county. All of them are hydro-electric - that means they use water from a lake or river to turn their generators. Those generators originally had electro-mechanical controls - no computer chips. The newer electronic controls can maintain the voltage and frequency more accurately - which works best for interconnected systems across the country - but the generators will work OK to provide power locally without the electronic controls. I'd guess the people in those places just disconnected the electronics and got things going the old fashioned way. When you're in the dark with modern controls, old fashioned stuff that works seems like a good idea."
"So they can do power for the same area as before but not for other people?"
"Very good, smart girl. These are small systems and they can't provide power to other portions of the grid. I don't know how many older systems like that might have been shut down at some point and could be restarted for limited local power. That still leaves most of the country in the dark as typically only the smaller systems had the electro-mechanical controls in place. Niagara Falls and Hoover Dam are hydro plants but they're so big that I don't know if they could go back to electro-mechanical controls, although they're both old enough to have originally had either electro-mechanical or much simpler electronic controls - maybe going back to vacuum tubes and certainly nothing with computer chips in the original controls. The plants that use natural gas can't be restarted until the gas pipelines are working again - the pipelines need power for their controls. I don't know the status of the nuclear plants other than they're not generating power."
"That's scary. We could be in the dark a long time."
"Lexi?"
"Yes, Mister Jack?"
"Many people may be in the dark but we're not. We have a few lights running on the battery banks that the solar panels charge. We'll have cold running water when Grandpa Joe and the 'A' team can work on it. After that, we'll get little water heaters and little LP fridges working - probably the same crew."
"I guess we are better than 'dark', Mister Jack. Amelia, can you show me how burning LP gas makes something cold?"
"Un huh!"
"Lexi, Amelia. Sit back down and finish lunch first. The books will still be there ten minutes from now."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
"Yes, Daddy."
---
"May we go now?"
"Yes, Lexi and Amelia."
"Mr. Wilson, are you sure that's the same girl we brought here yesterday?"
"Yes, Dawkins. She's responded to getting the kind of love she needs, when she needs it. Being with other kids in a place where she feels safe also helps."
"Last night she said you were 'blue'. What was that?"
"Sarah?"
"Dawkins, it's something that runs in certain families. The people in those families see the - I guess 'character' is the broadest description - of other people. Ordinary people are green. Violent and dangerous people are red. The 'perceptives' - what we call ourselves - are yellow. The exceptionally loving, caring people are blue. Jack's aura is dark blue with dark purple edges, which means he's a very loving, caring person and very physical. You've seen the kids with him for hugs or kisses or lap time or some type of contact. Lexi saw that aura and knew she'd be safe and be cared for. The kids who can see it usually open up very quickly. You probably don't want to listen to it, but Jack has recorded three hours of sessions with Lexi thus far."
"I don't understand how you do it but I can't argue with the results. I'd have expected months or years of therapy to get Lexi back to a smiling, curious kid."
"I'm not a traditional trained 'therapist' - I just do whatever it seems that the kid in question needs. Lexi's not finished. She has more to tell and some unique problems to work out. A couple more one-on-one sessions with me and then we'll see if she can mesh with the other kids. I think her curiosity has already given her a link with Amelia so she'll probably do just fine. At some point I think she may want to tell Tim some of what happened to her but I doubt that anyone will ever hear all of it. I've had kids back on my shoulder long after they seemed to be fine - something changed and there was more they felt they could tell me and no one else would be hurt."
"I don't think I ever want to know all you've heard. How do you stay sane?"
"It helps to get daily hugs and have multiple kids tell me I'm the world's best Daddy."
"You are!"
"Thank you, Maddie."
---
"Sarah, did you ever contact your Aunt Hazel?"
"No. I wanted to ask Dawkins but he got back to work before I thought of it."
"Have you noticed the pile of split wood?"
"No."
"Look out that window."
"How'd he do that?"
"He gets a log on the splitter and starts its cycle. Then he picks up the next log with the chain hoist. When the splitter reaches the end of travel, the split pieces fall, the splitter reverses and he swings the next piece to be split in place. Then he picks up and stacks the split pieces. He has a good rhythm and he's doing it with minimum wasted motion. I think he's done a lot of this."
"He won't need three days to do it all, will he?"
"Possibly not. We'll need to do some stacking and tarping but we'll have plenty of firewood."
"Stacking manually?"
"Manually for the layer on the bricks or pavers at ground level to have a good base. Some of the rest with the grapples on the tractor - as long as the fuel lasts. I'll go tell Dawkins to take a break and that you have a question for him."
---
"You don't look happy, Sarah."
"Dad, I spoke with Aunt Hazel. She's fine but Uncle Bill was wounded in a raid on their place. He can't do the work that's needed and it's driving him crazy. She thinks she can persuade him to sell to the neighbor who's been asking to buy the place for years - and now offering silver and gold in payment - and he'll be willing to come here because of the grandkids. Where could we put them up?"
"If Jack can use the small one room cabin in the little stand of trees south of the house when the kids need privacy, Bill and Hazel could have the bunkhouse. The cabin's wood heat only, but it might work for him."
"Let me ask Jack."
---
"I'll go look at the cabin, Sarah. At most, I've had three kids in a session. A full bed will work for that. After I see the heating arrangements, I'll give you an answer."
Someone ran water out here. Probably tapped into the house plumbing somewhere. Can I add running water from our battery pump? Probably, if the pipes are below the frost line. There are outlets on two walls. If I swing this feed to an inverter, we could have an electric blanket for warmth while waiting for the pot bellied stove to warm things up. Could the setup from the apartment provide independent power out here? I see we'll be using a bucket toilet for emergencies and at night, and then taking it to the outhouse or dumping it into a toilet in the house or bunkhouse. Not what I'd prefer but the kids and I can handle that better than someone older. Seems to be vermin-free. That may not be the case in the future and we can't call in the pest control guy now. I did ask Tim what he knew about pest control - maybe he'll have an answer the next time we speak.
---
"Sarah, it's not as convenient as the bunkhouse but it will work. Better someone younger dealing with a pot bellied stove and a bucket toilet than Bill and Hazel. I think I can get running cold water out there and limited power - enough for an electric blanket."
"I'll go interrupt Dawkins to help me with the call, although I doubt he minds not swinging another log up on the splitter for a few minutes."
"Check with Tim on how Bill and Hazel would get here and when to expect them. Before you do that, let me ask Lexi if she wants to see Tim, just to let him know that she's better. Ten minutes, unless it triggers more tears."
"Lexi, get your jacket. I have a couple of questions for you."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
"In a little while, Miss Sarah will be talking to your Uncle Tim about some family we're trying to get here. Are you willing to talk to your Uncle Tim? I think he'd like to see you and know how you're doing. Don't cloud up and rain on me. I didn't say that you had to tell him what happened to you or that you're pregnant. Just that you're talking things out with me, you're eating well - even some oatmeal - you and Amelia are getting along because you both have insatiable curiosity…"
"What kinda curiosity?"
"Insatiable. Your appetite for learning can't be kept up with. You never get enough. And it's OK to tell him that there are things you're still working on and that you'll tell him more when you're comfortable with those things. You do *not* have to tell him what those things are."
"Like being pregnant?"
"Like anything. You get to choose what you tell him and when. I'm a little harder to deal with because I'll push you as much as I think you can manage but I won't let anyone else do that. Not even Tim."
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you, Lexi. What do I tell Miss Sarah?"
"That I wanna see Uncle Tim. I should thank him for getting me with you and tell him that I feel better and that you're taking good care of me and that Miss Sarah fixed the broken bones… and… and…"
"I think that's a good start. Here's a hug. You need to calm down some. I see you can't. You're hyperventilating - those big gasps you're doing instead of normal breaths. Let's start with this paper bag over your head. I see you can't stand to have your head covered either."
"Somebody else was tied in the bag?"
"Crissy couldn't manage the bag over her head. I'll do what I did for her. I'll hug you tight enough to make breathing a little difficult."
"Too tight! Can't breathe!"
"If you can talk, you're breathing OK."
"Kinda dizzy."
"Then I'll ease up a little on the hug. Better?"
"Un huh."
"Another time I want you tell me about being 'tied in the bag'. No, not now. You've calmed down and I'd like for you to stay that way. Think you can stay calm if your Uncle Tim comes by or wants to talk on the radio?"
"Better if he comes by. Everybody can hear the radio."
"And you're not sure if you can stop once you get started talking?"
"You read me so good!"
"I'll tell Sarah to invite Tim to see you. When he gives us a time, I'll get the bunkhouse warm. You can have a private place to talk and it'll be warm if you need shoulder time after you talk with him."
"You are my new Daddy!"
"No. I might like you a little, though."
"Better than that. You love me! You told me in words and even more in how you take care of me."
"You want to tell Sarah?"
"Un huh."
"Let's go."
"Hold my hand?"
"Of course. Still a little scary when you think about it?"
"Un huh."
"As scary as going out to the middle of nowhere to be left with some man you'd never seen before?"
"Maybe not that scary."
"You did OK with that man. I think you'll do OK with your Uncle Tim. You have seen him before."
"You're silly!"
"You're smiling."
---
"Sarah, Lexi wants a minute with you."
"Yes, Lexi?"
"Can you tell Uncle Tim that I want to see him? I'm gonna stay here for a while but he needs to know that I'm getting better."
"I'll be very happy to tell him, Lexi."
"Thank you."
'You got her to that point in less than ten minutes?'
'Just had to ask the right questions.'
'You're very good at that.'
"You two at it again?"
"I'll whisper sweet nothings in my wife's ear any time I choose, Miss Alexandra Moore. With or without your permission. I know your ribs are tender on the left side, but the ones on the right need a good tickle."
"No! Kiss her if you want to. I won't say anything. Stop! Gotta pee!"
"Go."
"She had every opportunity to get away because you moved into the room and away from the door."
"Maybe she needs attention that's just a bit more active than a lap. I'll give her maybe a week before I actually get to her ribs, but the threat is part of the game."
"She was smiling as soon as you said her full name. I think she did a lot of this with someone. Holding her arm and reaching for her ribs was almost enough to make her leak."
"Maybe she'll tell me more about home in our next session. I anticipate that being triggered by her time with Tim."
"I'll get with Dawkins and make those calls."
"Tell him not to drive back to camp unless he's required to. He can have the cabin if he'd prefer to avoid the drive."
"I'll tell him."
---
"I see the 'A' team is a bit dusty. How much of that long list have you gotten done?"
"The water heaters and the fridge in here are done. The fridge in the bunkhouse is done but we need more pipe for the water heater out there."
"Did you check the barn for pipe?"
"The barn?"
"There's a workshop area on this side of the barn. Wait. You need an adult with you when you're out. Jackets - and zip them."
---
"Is that the size pipe you need?"
"There's three sizes on the wall."
"Is that a fitting in your shirt pocket, Alicia? I don't think your bee sting grew that much overnight."
"Daddy! You're awful!"
"No. I'm awesome."
"What's the difference?'
"That's a dictionary chore for you when we get back in the house, Alicia. Which pipe does the fitting match?"
"This one."
"How much do you need?
"About this much."
"The distance between your hands is less than four feet so I'll take this piece."
---
"I see you have the pipe we need, Alicia. Why is your face so red?"
"Something Daddy said, Grandpa Joe."
"About the pipe fitting in your shirt pocket?"
"I gotta move that to a different pocket!"
"But he only said it when the two of you were there with him. He could have asked about it when Sammy was in the room."
"Grandpa!"
"That's an even better shade of red."
"Amelia, you're ganging up on me!"
"Because you blush so good. I'll bet your pipe fittings are red too."
"Pipe fittings?"
"What did Grandpa call the end pieces?"
"No!"
"I think that's enough, Amelia."
"Yes, Grandpa."
---
"Jack, the Colonel will be here around 7. He asked if you had a place to park a 20 foot box truck."
"Sarah, I think it'll fit beside the barn, where they probably parked a combine when they grew grain. Did he say why he wanted to park it here?"
"He said he'd explain while he's here. I invited him for supper, but that probably depends on how the meeting with Lexi goes. If it doesn't go well, he won't want to be immersed in the sounds of happy kids."
"I'm a little more optimistic. I got Lexi thinking about the positive things she could tell him and that it's OK if she tells him there's more but she's still working on it. I think he'll be sufficiently pleased to accept where she is. If he's not, he'll get to see me at my angry best."
"He's commented before about how scary you are when angry about how someone has treated a child. I expect he'll be aware of your tone of voice and not press Lexi for answers."
"We can hope."
---
Tuesday, 7 December, 5:10PM
"Kids."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Yes, Mister Jack?"
"Lexi's uncle - you know him as the Colonel - wants to see how she is doing so he'll be here for supper. Lexi may want some time with him and without a lot of other people around, so we'll go out to the bunkhouse. That might be before supper or it might be after. That will depend on how Lexi does when she sees her uncle. I think you know that being reminded of family can be upsetting and Lexi may need some lap and shoulder time after he leaves. I don't think we'll be out there late, but there's another new book on the counter and the chapter is marked in Little House if you'd rather have that. If I'm back in time, I'll do goodnight hugs and kisses. If not, Grandpa Joe will have to do that terrible chore."
"You're being silly again, Daddy."
"Maybe, but my kids are smiling."
"Even the ones that aren't officially yours, Mister Jack."
---
Tuesday, 7 December, 6:55PM
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
He's is right on time. I'll go out and direct them on parking the truck.
"Hi, Tim."
"Hi, Jack."
"No, I don't plan to steal your truck."
"You are so bad! Do you have a place for it?"
"The far side of the barn has a high roof over open space - I'd guess a place for a combine as they once grew grain on the surrounding couple thousand acres."
"Excellent. Dawkins seemed surprised at the changes he'd seen in Lexi when he called me today. Is she really recovered?"
"I'd never say 'recovered'. I can say that she's functional most of the time. She's smiling some and at least some of her curiosity is back, but she still has a lot to tell me and some difficult things to work out. If you're only around her briefly, she may seem like a typical kid. That front is fragile. Let her lead. There are some things she's willing to tell you about. I think there may be some things that she will never tell anyone about. No matter how badly you want to know, don't push her. I'm very pleased that she has made so much progress so quickly, but tears and hyperventilating are only a gnat's eyelash away. Slower progress is usually more stable - my kid staying at some level of stability with each step forward. Lexi is moving faster. She may be able to hold her gains but I don't want anyone to pressure her."
"I get it, Jack. I understand that scary look I've seen on you before. I'm quite happy to have elbows that only bend one way."
"Sorry, Tim. She's been through so much and I want her to be back to a smiling-most-of-the-time kid again but with the least pain and loss of gains. Some of those gains have come at high emotional - and sometimes physical - cost. I'd rather she not cry herself to puking on my shoulder again."
"Call me down if I push too hard."
"I will."
"Hi, Uncle Tim!"
"Hi, Lexi. How's my favorite niece?"
"I'm your only niece so I'm always your favorite. I've talked a lot with Mister Jack and he and Miss Sarah fixed my broken ribs and arm and cheek. And Amelia is curious like me - we spent a long time with the 'How Things Work' book today. Can I have a hug? Gentle on the left side; the ribs are still a little sore."
"I'll be very glad to hug this girl I love."
"I love you too, Uncle Tim. You got me to the right place. Let's eat. You're sitting by me and Mister Jack is on my other side. Mr. Dawkins is by Amelia so she can ask him about radio stuff."
---
"Lexi, did you want some time with your Uncle Tim?"
"Yes, Mister Jack. Will you come too?"
"Of course. Get your jacket…"
"And zip it. You sound like a Daddy."
"I do have a house full of children."
"And you love all of us."
"Tim, I'll have my recorder on so I don't miss anything Lexi says. It sometimes helps her to know where she stopped when she's too upset to continue. As I don't see the future, I don't know when that will happen so we record every session."
"No problem, Jack. Lexi, you mentioned broken bones. Can you tell me about them?"
"The man with the snake cane tried to make the snake bite me but it didn't work when he pressed the button. So he hit me on my arm and my side and my face."
"I'm sorry, Lexi. After your mother died, we couldn't find you."
"Hold me, Uncle Tim?"
"Of course."
"Here's towel to cover your shoulders, Tim."
"Thanks, Jack. The bruise on her cheek was more than a bruise?"
"Broken bones. She was probably hit in the face several times. Sarah spent a long time getting the pieces back in place…"
"And Mister Jack held me the whole time."
"Yes. Because you needed someone to hold you. Just as you need your Uncle Tim to hold you now."
"Un huh."
"The other breaks?"
"Green twig on her left arm. One broken rib that was floating free. The ones on either side of it cracked. The ones on either side of the cracked ones bruised. Probably a good fit for the head of a cane. Easy, Tim. You're getting angrier than I did. Deep breaths. If you find him, we each get alternate strikes on him."
"Thanks, Jack. Was there other damage?"
"Accept what she's willing to tell you, Tim. She's had a very hard time getting to the point of telling you about anything that happened to her. She's afraid you won't love her if you know all that happened. Easy, Tim. She's asleep on your shoulder. That's a major accomplishment - it has been only me. Let's keep things soft and let her nap. She needs positive physical contact. Positive being something she initiated and has control over. If you need to leave before she wakes, try a kiss on her forehead or calling her name."
"I'd stay awake and hold her all night if I thought I'd be even slightly functional tomorrow. I know that I wouldn't be. Lexi is my younger sister's only child and is her mother all over again. There's a picture in that folder."
"Lexi, but taken in the future?"
"Chloe at eleven. Lexi is definitely a repeat of her mother. I owe you and Sarah a debt that can't be repaid, Jack. Will you let Lexi stay here? I'd keep her with me but she needs care I can't give and the stability of a real family."
"I told her she could stay until we find a safe place for her. If we don't find another place, she'll be here."
"You need to be able to feed all these kids until you have crops in. The truck is loaded with LTS foods in grey military cans. There's a P-51 opener with every case. The documentation lists how many soldiers can be fed for how long. I have no idea how you'd translate that to meals for growing kids."
"That wasn't necessary, Tim, but thank you. I'm sure we can work out how to add those things to what we have…"
"Dawkins went on and on about oatmeal with cashews and orange gummy worms in it. The kids really eat that?"
"Even Celia, our dedicated oatmeal hater, loves it. They've also tried and liked peanut butter fish, green potatoes, blue carrots and potatoes with eyeballs."
"Eyeballs?"
"Baby onions. Potatoes and onions aren't new; the kids had just never had them presented in a fun way."
"If anyone can make creamed chipped beef edible, I'd guess it's you. I'm sure there's some on the truck."
"She's stirring. Remember the kiss."
"Huh?"
"Hi, Lexi."
"Hi, Uncle Tim. Nice wake up. I'm sorry I went to sleep. I wanted to talk with you."
"We did talk, sleepy girl. About you being hurt and Sarah and Jack healing the broken bones. I'm glad you're in a place that you feel safe."
"I feel safe when I'm in your lap but a lot of other people need you too. Mister Jack will take care of me until you can."
"You are correct about other people needing me, smart girl. You're also correct about Mister Jack. Lexi, if you want to see me or talk with me, get Jack or Sarah to call me."
"I will, Uncle Tim. Thank you for coming."
"Thank you for inviting me. Bye, Lexi."
"Bye, Uncle Tim."
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"Mister Jack, I need shoulder time."
"I thought you might, Lexi. I have a towel."
"He's so good and he loves me so much. I don't wanna hurt him by telling him what happened to me."
"How did he react to your broken bones?"
"He was sad he couldn't find me to prevent it."
"Did he consider you 'damaged goods' that he didn't want to be around?"
"No."
"Not even with the evidence on your face?"
"He just held me and loved me."
"Do you really think he'll do any different about the other ways you told him that you've been hurt?"
"I didn't tell him anything!"
"What did you ask me about food when you got here?"
"I said the 'F' word!"
"And I saw his face. First, surprise when you said it. Then hurt that you knew what it meant from experience. Then anger at whoever hurt you. So maybe he knows another way you were hurt?"
"But that's different!"
"How much difference is there between being held down and hit with a cane and being held down and raped?"
"But…"
"Did you have a choice?"
"No. I fought them but I wasn't big enough or strong enough to stop them."
"So you couldn't stop either thing from happening no matter how hard you tried?"
"Un uh."
"Do you think your Uncle Tim is smart?"
"Un huh."
"Is he smart enough to see that what happened to you wasn't your fault whether it was being hit with a cane or being used until you bled?"
"I can't say those words to him!"
"Lexi, he's a soldier. He's heard a lot worse. If he hears those words from you as a description, he'll know that it happened to you so much that you learned the words to be able to describe the things that happened."
"He won't think I'm bad for saying them? Or for what I did?"
"Remember that you already said it."
"You're sure he won't think I'm bad?"
"Sweetie, how can you be bad if you fought the people who did these things but you weren't strong enough to stop them?"
"But it was my fault!"
"Who told you that?"
"The people on the bus and the people they took us to and… and… They wanted me to think that! That's why they kept saying it."
"Yes, smart girl. That wasn't how you felt. It was how someone else wanted you to feel and they told you so often and so loudly that you began to believe them."
"I don't think I can tell Uncle Tim about being pregnant yet, and maybe not anything else about that but I feel better about me. It really wasn't my fault or the fault of any of the other kids."
"No, Lexi, it wasn't."
I hope this serious crying ends better than a previous similar episode. On the other hand, she made a major step in her healing by getting past 'my fault'. I'm sorry, little mother. Those hiccups almost guarantee that I should have you in front of the throne. There it comes. Maybe a little less painful with the ribs mostly healed. Still not pleasant and I didn't think about keeping her hair out of the way tonight. She'll need it washed, along with her body. She's done. From how limp she is, she's exhausted.
"Lexi, let me wipe your face."
"OK."
"Now the water."
"Swish twice. Gargle twice. Mouthwash."
"You sound tired. Can you stand long enough for a shower?"
"Can you hold me up?"
"Sit and lean against the tub while I fix the shower bags."
Thank you Joe and the 'A' team! There's enough hot water to do multiple bags. Three bags may be enough. Get her clothes off. Get her into the tub. Loop her arm through the grab bar and tilt her head down.
"Close your eyes while I wash and rinse your hair."
"OK."
She's going through the motions of a shower but she's almost asleep standing up. It's much past normal bedtime for the kids and I think she burned a lot of energy just staying positive while Tim was here. Another loving, caring girl who tries to take on responsibility for people she shouldn't. Most of the rest of her isn't that bad, just where it dripped on her shirt. She's finished with wash and rinse. Wrap her in a towel and prop her against the tub. Quick wash and rinse of my body. I did get a bit on me along the way. Good that I have a complete change of clothes out here. I'm dry. Jammies for me. Hold her up and finish drying her with a fresh towel. Don't think she'll get her teeth brushed this time. Jammies for her. Set my alarm. Lights out. Her head on my shoulder. Blanket up.
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:16:44 GMT -6
Wednesday, 8 December, 6:10AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Lexi's still asleep and there's a little smile. That was a very good night for her. Not bad for me. Have I found another seer-of-auras who calms me? So it seems. A gentle wake up for her.
"Good morning, Lexi."
"Good morning, Daddy. I know. Not unless I'm voted in. But that's how you treat me."
"No arguments with any of that."
"You're easy."
"No, I only fight real battles. Never outdone by a snarky little girl who needs her feet tickled."
"No! Gotta pee!"
"Then go, but the sound better convince me."
"I'm going."
"So I hear. Brush your teeth. That got lost last night."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Now you can get dressed and we'll go help with breakfast."
"Is that noise the splitter? He's already at work?"
"He stayed in the cabin that's in the little stand of trees on the south side of the house."
"So he's working before he eats?"
"Unless he brought an MRE or other food with him."
"Can I… May I invite him to eat with us?"
"Yes, you may."
"Told you I'd get it right the next time."
"Close."
"I corrected myself."
"I think that correcting yourself might count as next time and a half."
"Mister Jack!"
"I enjoy teasing you, Lexi. You respond so well."
"No fair! You read me too good!"
"I shouldn't read one of my kids?"
"One of your kids? You're gonna adopt us?"
"I see you're thinking ahead."
"We are a package deal."
"Then the other one of you I'm getting is a pig in a poke."
"'Pig in a poke'? Not a pig. A baby. A little girl."
"'Poke' is an old word for a sack. How do you put something in a sack?"
"I guess you kinda poke it in."
"So maybe the old word was more descriptive than our modern terms?"
"Maybe. What about the pig?"
"If you had little pigs to sell, you wouldn't want them to run away so you might put each one in a sack and tie the end. You might tell the person buying the pig not to open the poke because the pig might get out."
"Makes sense."
"You might also have put a kitten in the poke instead of a pig. Could the buyer tell without looking inside?"
"I guess it wouldn't feel much different. So 'pig in a poke' is buying something that you don't know anything about - except maybe that it's alive."
"So the only thing I know about the other half of this package deal is that it's alive? Isn't that a 'pig in a poke'?"
"But I was too and you agreed to take me."
"Only to see if I could help you. Not permanently."
"But now you love me like I was your kid - and you'll love Jackie the same."
"Jackie?"
"Sarah Jacqueline for Miss Sarah and you because you saved our lives. Jackie for short."
"A name already?"
"She's a person so she should have a name."
"I think I might like Jackie and her mother."
"I love you, too."
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"Lexi, he can't see us coming from this direction and he won't hear us moving because of the splitter."
"But we don't wanna surprise him. What do we do?"
"We walk 30 feet in that direction so he can see us."
"OK. He stopped the splitter."
"Maybe he's ready for a break?"
"Mr. Dawkins, would you like to eat with us today?"
"Yes, Lexi. Thank you for asking."
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"Mister Jack?"
"Yes, Cyndy?"
"Crissy said I need to talk with you."
"If Amelia and Charlie will stay with Lexi, we can do that after breakfast."
"I will, Daddy."
"Me too, Mister Jack."
"Thank you, girls. After Cyndy has her one-on-one time, I think the 'C' team may need some time together."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
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"Lexi, are you OK about staying with us while Daddy takes care of Cyndy?"
"Amelia, I'd be OK with almost anything he asked me to do. He's spent a lot of time with me and there's some things I need to think about before I talk with him again. I think being with two 'sisters' who love me might help me think out loud. Is there a place just the three of us can be?"
"I'll ask Momma about using the cabin. Mr. Dawkins stayed there last night so it's probably not cold."
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"Mister Jack, Crissy said talking with you was better than making a baby 'cause it made her feel safe and loved. Do me?"
"Cyndy, we'll go talk."
Almost the same conversation as with Crissy: "Make a baby in me?" and "Has your period started?" The rest of the conversation only varied in using "Cyndy" instead of "Crissy". A few tears but snuggles and a back rub resolved them and she crashed quickly. Ease her onto my shoulder. Set my watch for 30 minutes and see if she'll be ready to tell her story then.
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"Alicia, he's already talked with you about taking care of other girls' babies in the future?"
"Yes, Lexi. He tells us about everything - even that some of the people who were infected can't have babies now. I asked him about me and he said we wouldn't know until I was old enough to safely deliver a baby and then maybe I could try to get pregnant. If I can't get pregnant, a bunch of my sisters can and they'll need help taking care of their rug rats."
"You'd be OK with that?"
"Not what I want to do, but it'll be a long time before I'll know if I can have babies of my own and until then I can help with all my nieces and nephews."
"This is the best family ever!"
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"Hi, Cyndy."
"Hi, Daddy. I know. Only if it's just us."
"You needs to tell me about all that happened to you."
"Crissy said it was hard but she felt better after she did it - and I know you really love me when you spend so long making me feel safe and loved but you don't get anything out of it."
"I get a girl who tells me how happy she is. Maybe I did get something out of it?"
"And I'll probably tell you about being happy again. What did you want to know about?"
"Everything you remember. First I turn on my little recorder. Now I want you to think about the places you went, the people you were with, the people you saw, what people did to you or made you do, any pictures or flags or buildings you remember…"
"Everything?"
"Yes, Cyndy. Everything. Even things you may not think are important. Those things might mean something to me. I want you to go back as far as you remember."
"They came in a blue and white van and got us after Momma and Daddy died and then…"
Another session that will not end well. Thank you, Sarah, for packing a complete change of clothes for Cyndy. When she finishes her time before the throne, she'll need a shower and fresh clothes. I must ask Sarah if there's a way to stop or at least limit the puking. The heaves are so hard on these little bodies. Wipe her face. Water drill. Help her into the shower. I did have the bags partially filled with cold water so only needed to add the hot water and shake them. She's going through the motions of a shower but I don't think she'll be awake long enough for me to dry her hair completely with a brush so I'll prop her up and get it as dry as I can with a towel. Asleep before I finish? You did cry hard and puke harder, little girl. That combination has left you exhausted. An hour nap? Yes. We might make lunch when I wake you.
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"Amelia, Charlie. Mister Jack told me that you know about me. Thank you for loving me anyway."
"Lexi, we never find fault with things that happened to other kids. Kids can't control very much of what happens to them and we know about needing family to talk with. Sometimes for things we've already talked about with Daddy. We love you for you."
"Amelia's right, Lexi. What happened to you is history; it's not who you are. Ask us if you think we can help. We're not as good as Mister Jack but we can give hugs."
"I love my new sisters."
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"Hi, Cyndy."
"Hi, Daddy. I know. Just when it's us. Nice wake up."
"If you get your shoes on, we might be in time for lunch."
"Yummy!"
"I thought you might be hungry."
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"Sarah, did you send someone to invite Dawkins?"
"Amelia, Charlie and Lexi seem to be inseparable so I told Amelia to be armed and sent the three of them."
"Amelia, Charlie and Maddie know about the pregnancy."
"She told them, Jack?"
"You and I did."
"How?"
"I mentioned to Amelia that Lexi was dealing with a problem none of the other girls had experienced and she asked 'She's pregnant?'. Charlie and Maddie 'heard' the conversation you and I had. I told Lexi that Amelia, Charlie and Maddie knew and none of them would mention it to anyone else."
"Lexi is OK with that?"
"She said that she has three sisters who love her."
"I guess they are inseparable. The pregnant girl and her non-pregnant friends who always watch out for her - just at half the expected age."
"Sarah, I anticipate that all of them may need group therapy at some point."
"Speaking of group therapy, is Cyndy ready for that?"
"I think so. I'll ask the 'C' team after lunch."
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"Mr. Wilson, except for the color of Lexi's cheek I don't think anyone could tell that she had been through the difficult times I would imagine in her former circumstances. I'm very glad the Colonel was aware that you might be able to help her. The three giggling girls who invited me to lunch seemed perfectly normal."
"Dawkins, most of that is their own strength and resilience. I've just been the one that helped them pull the cork on their bottled up anger and hurt. Once the worst of that is out, you get to see who they really are."
"You can be as modest as you like, sir. I'll still be in awe of what you've accomplished."
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Wednesday, 8 December, 1:30PM
"'C' team. You ready to talk with me?"
"Yes, Mister Jack. Will all of us be doing this again?"
"I don't know, Crissy. It depends on how much more there is for you to tell me and how much of that you can tell today. This might be the last group session. There might be two or three more in your future. Same for the one-on-one sessions. Will one of you say something today that triggers a memory for one or both of the others and that memory will need to be talked out?"
"So it depends on us and how much we can manage to tell you?"
"Exactly. Get your jackets and I'll get the bag of clothes. To the bunkhouse."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
"You may not have even thought of some of the things that you'll tell me today but something that one of the other girls says will remind you of those things. That's one of the good things about having a group that was hurt together also talk together. That can also be an unpleasant thing - you may be sitting on some bad memory because you don't want to be reminded of it and don't want to have to deal with it because it hurts so much. If one of the others mentions that place or person, you'll have to deal with it because it will show in your face and they'll want to know what's hurting you."
"And they won't believe me if I say 'Nothing'."
"Correct, smart girl. I think they may be harder on you about telling all than I will because they know that talking about the hurts helps."
"You make us do some hard stuff!"
"Charlie, I try to get you to do things that make the hurts less bad and the people that hurt you less scary."
"It was hard after I shot the one that hurt me and the one that tried to have us killed but I felt better 'cause he was scared of me and that made him less scary."
"Heat's on. Come snuggle as before and talk to me. Whose turn to go first?"
"Me, Mister Jack."
"OK, Cyndy. What did you not want to tell me about?"
"No fair! That's a trick question!"
"From the expression on your face, that's a question you need to answer."
"I really don't wanna tell about it!"
"Did talking about the other things help?"
"Un huh."
"Maybe talking about this will also help?"
"I guess so. The one with the snake cane sometimes brought a big dog with him and I had to get on my hands and knees so the dog could…"
From the other two faces, they had similar experiences and didn't want to tell about them either. This will likely be a long session that does not end well for any of them.
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Each has had her turn at the throne. At least I remembered to keep longer hair clear so just face wipes, the water drill and a couple of clean shirts. Now all three are exhausted and asleep on me. I'll need to listen to the recording later - I was too angry to catch every person and place they mentioned but I'm almost positive there were some military ranks and some names. Set my watch for an hour. I could also use a nap. The drone of the splitter covers up any other sounds. Good for sleeping - like rain on a tin roof - but not so good for security. Good thing that the tablets will alert on motion.
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Wednesday, 8 December, 5:10PM
knock. knock.
"Hi, Mr. Wilson."
"Hi yourself, Mrs. Wilson. Nice wake up. My watch would have wakened me in 20 minutes but this is much nicer."
"Sorry to cut you nap short, but the Colonel wants to talk with you - preferably today."
"Let me wake the girls. This was a difficult session for them."
"I see the evidence. Should I listen to the recordings?"
"How strong is your stomach and how much more can you carry?"
"I think I should give that more thought."
"Hi, Charlie."
"Hi, Daddy! Only when it's just us."
"Hi, Crissy."
"Hi, Daddy. Just for us."
"Hi, Cyndy."
"Hi, Daddy. Only when it's us."
"I'd have let you sleep longer, but the Colonel wants to talk with me. I didn't want to leave you out here to wake up without me."
"You love us so much. You are our new Daddy."
"I have your dirty shirts. I think it's time to do laundry. Sarah, could you show them the parts they're allowed to do?"
"As soon as we're back at the house."
"Get your jackets on. Crissy, get the bag of clothes."
"Yes, Da… Mister Jack."
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To the military radio. Quick reference sheet. 'Replay message.' Message light is off so press 'Message' and '1' for most recently received message.
{Jack. There's a C-5 coming from Washington State tomorrow. You still have the high precedence the President established during the video conferences. The flight will land at the base nearest the Jacksons. We've contacted them about moving in with you and they're packing now. There's room for a semi worth of goods on the plane, so whatever they think might be worth packing will fit. A squad there will get them to the plane. The closest place to land a C-5 near here is a stretch of highway about 50 miles from you. We'll arrange a convoy to get them to your place. If you want to be there to greet them, let me know. ETA tomorrow is 1330 local for touchdown, 1630 to be at your gate. I'll provide updates if anything changes.}
"Will you tell the 'C' team first, Jack?"
"Sarah, all the kids should know at the same time. This will affect all of them in mostly positive ways. I'll need to finish arrangements to use the cabin for the sessions with the girls - the running water and the inverter power for sure and plenty of firewood and kindling. I should check on kero for the lamps and a least one squeeze flashlight being out there. Probably should suggest that Dawkins set up a tent in the hayloft - it's protected from the weather and will be a warmer space than anything outside."
"I think he'd stay on if he could. I saw at least four kids stop by to hug him and thank him for 'keeping them warm'."
"Hard to resist spontaneous acts of appreciation like that."
"I could tell the wind was getting in his eyes."
"I think he has a bit of a soft spot for the kids who've been through so much but are still so loving."
"You could be right, Mr. Wilson. He might be as much of a softie as you."
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"Sarah, should we have a greeting party for Hazel and Bill?"
"Jack, I think they'd like to know they're welcome before seeing the mines at the entrance."
"True. You? Me? 'C' team?"
"Ideally all of the above. Practically, me because I'm family and can travel alone. I doubt that the Colonel can leave a squad here and also cover the landing area and provide a convoy. You said he'd mentioned the troop count being 'below optimum'. You and the 'C' team can meet them as they arrive here - with all the other kids in the background."
"Anything special in food for tomorrow's supper?"
"I think there are some canned blackberries. Aunt Hazel and Uncle Bill love blackberry cobbler."
"Then I shall have my kitchen crew look up the cobbler recipe in the cookbook they like best."
"You have that, too?"
"Yes. But no hints. You'll have to wait and taste. I'll tell the Colonel that you want to be there when Hazel and Bill arrive."
To the radio. PreSel 407.
{This is Jack Wilson.}
{I'm here, Jack.}
{Tim, Sarah would like to meet the Jacksons when they land. In other circumstances, we'd make a group trip but you probably don't have the manpower to provide coverage here, at the landing site and for the convoy.}
{Glad you're on our side, Jack. Your evaluation is dead on. I'll be by for Sarah at 1100.}
{Thanks, Tim. By the way, Lexi has buddied up with a couple of the girls so more improvement.}
{Excellent news. Thank you, Jack. See you tomorrow.}
I could hear the smile in his voice. Can't blame him. I love Lexi like she was one of my kids after a couple of days and she's family to him so I know how much he loves her. Good to make someone's day. Now to see about making the cabin rapidly habitable when needed. I should plan on starting a fire in the pot bellied stove whenever we go out there and putting water on to heat when the fire is lit. Need to ensure there is a little dry wood in the cabin and a couple days' worth in the rack beside it. We do have plenty of split wood - and the splitter is still running. That turned out to be a good bet for us. Wonder if Tim planned it that way. It would fit with the truck load of LTS foods. Another indication of how badly Tim wants to care for Lexi. When - maybe that's if? - things get close to what we once considered "normal", Tim could have Lexi with him in family quarters wherever he's stationed. And she might grow up waiting for that to happen. What was once "normal" seems very far removed from our daily lives. If we pick some big pieces of 1920 and very small pieces of some of the following decades, we have what our "normal" is now: wood heat; LP gas cooking and water heating while it lasts; a little electricity while solar panels, batteries and the fuel for generators last.
Bee-doop!
Another message.
{Jack. There's a propane delivery truck abandoned about 3 miles from you. Gauge indicates the propane tank is nearly full. The engine's out of fuel, but you could either put some diesel in it and jumpstart it or just tow it home with a big tractor. You're probably cooking with LP so this might last a long time.}
"Joe, do we have anything that could tow a propane delivery truck three miles if we can't get it started?"
"Why won't it start?"
"Out of fuel."
"Diesel or gasoline?"
"Diesel."
"It's mostly level anywhere in that distance. One of the work trucks is four wheel drive. Take it and a can of diesel. There are jumper cables in the cab of each truck. Take Dawkins with you. He can drive the work truck back if you get the propane truck started or he can steer the propane truck if you have to tow it. Do you know how to release the air brakes if you can't get it started?"
"Yes. The tools I might need are in the work truck."
"Do you know how to fill the LP tank here from the truck?"
"Yes. Worked as a delivery driver one winter. Know how to do it in a snowstorm. Did that enough in one winter to give me incentive to find inside work the next winter."
"Filling the tanks should be a little easier here - today, anyway."
"I'll tell Sarah where I'm going. And I'll take one of the FRS radios. Here's one for you so we can check range. I'll call in every half mile. Range from inside a vehicle may be less than half of what we'd get in the open but we'll have some 'real world' data to work from. If you'd make notes on the calls I make to you - distance, readability, and so forth. It's getting dark. Better get my 'nerd' headlight and some fresh batteries from the charger."
"I might have thought 'nerd' six months ago, Jack, but now it's 'smart', 'practical' and 'damned useful'. I'll get pencil and paper for the radio notes."
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Took a while to get the diesel from the fuel tank to the engine. Glad the can of 'starting fluid' was in one of the work truck compartments so we could get a boost from the engine occasionally instead of just using the starter. We'd have been out much longer with the 'charge five minutes, try it, repeat' of just the jumper cables. Now to find a safe place for a load of propane. Behind the old horse barn? Maybe inside if it's not too tall? Better get a tape measure and verify. There's six inches of clearance. We can leave one door open at each end for ventilation. I didn't smell any propane near the truck but better to take no chances. The name plate on the tank says 5,000 gallons and the gauge is about 90%. We should be OK for cooking and for heating the bunkhouse for several years. I'm curious why the truck was abandoned but the out-of-state license plates probably tell me that someone found a vehicle with fuel and used it to leave a soon-to-be-quarantined area. Not the best ride but much faster than walking. I wonder how much Tim may be involved in things suddenly 'being available'. In consideration of the kids he's keeping warm and fed, I'll not ask and he can retain plausible deniability.
I should check the tank by the house. About 75% full. I'll note that in my paper logbook and see how much we're using each month. Probably should refill before 50% to keep the pressure up in really cold weather - which I'm sure we'll have in a month or so. Is the bunkhouse supplied from this tank or does it have its own? I should walk around it and see. It has its own. 500 gallons versus the 1000 gallon tank for the house. It has a wet leg for filling smaller tanks and cylinders. It's 25% full. I should fill this one tomorrow. Make a note in the logbook and use one of the tear-off strips to make a page flag. How is it that the tank being this low wasn't noted by Tim's people? That's a question for Tim later.
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Wednesday, 8 December, 7:50PM
It's too quiet in here. What are they up to? Follow to the brightest lights.
"Surprise!"
"Happy Birthday!"
"You certainly surprised me. I'd forgotten that it was my birthday."
"Momma said we had to eat supper first but you can have your cake and ice cream first."
"But I should eat supper first, Amelia."
"No!"
"Alicia, it would set a bad example for my kids if I ate dessert first."
"No! The cake! Make a wish and do the candles!"
"What's left for me to wish for, Maddie? I have a beautiful wife and lots of wonderful children and a place to live. I already have everything I want."
"You goof! Light the candles so we can sing 'Happy Birthday'!"
"As you wish, Amelia."
They even sound good. I guess I do have everything I need and most of what I want. I will not mention wanting these kids with their original families - where possible - or wanting them to not ever be armed and on guard again.
"The cake, Sarah?"
"While you were out after lunch, I had multiple helpers to bake and ice the cake and the oldest few cranked the ice cream freezer when you went to get the LP truck. Dad and I finished the cranking when they all decided it was too hard."
"Thank you to all of you. I guess this is the best family ever."
"That's what we've been telling you!!"
"OK. I heard you."
I don't remember the last time anyone even mentioned my birthday, let alone celebrated it with cake and ice cream. I'm enjoying being part of a family again.
"Read your cards, Daddy!"
"You got a bunch of them, Mister Jack!"
"I do seem to have a bunch of cards. OK if I take the time to read each one to myself? I'll put them on the table after I read them and you can all see what was said. For those not yet reading, bring me any card you want me to read to you."
"All of them, Daddy!"
"OK, Paige. I'll read all of them aloud and then put them on the table so you can see the artwork."
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I think bedtime will be delayed tonight. Between the excitement of the party and the sugar high of cake and ice cream, these kids will take a while to run down. That's actually OK as the next book in the current series is longer than the others. And I asked them for ideas to resolve the "cliff-hanger" ending of the previous book. Let's get them together and let them put out their ideas before I read.
"Story time, kids."
"We're in the same places as last time?"
"Yes, Rachel. Everyone could see the pictures last time so that's a good arrangement. I asked you to come up with ideas of how the puppy might get to a safe place from the 'cliff-hanger' ending. I'll start with the youngest and go up by age. Shannon?"
"What if…"
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"'The end.' Did anyone guess how the cliff-hanger would work out?"
"Shannon and Maddie were close. Each one had part of the answer."
"Correct, Alicia."
"And Charlie and Amelia had parts of it. Together we had the answer but we didn't see how it all fit together."
"Correct, Lexi. So together you kids came up with the answer but you needed just a little more information to put it all together?"
"Yes, Mister Jack. We needed what we learned in the first couple of pages in tonight's book."
"So we sometimes can't see the answer to a problem we have because we may not have all the information we need?"
"Un huh."
"And how did the puppy get that last bit of information?"
"He talked with someone older and they explained things to him. Hey! We're all the puppies and you're the older someone who explains stuff to us!"
"Sometimes I am. Sometimes it's Sarah or Grandpa Joe. And sometimes it's your older sister or cousin or whatever you call them."
"Yes, Daddy. We have a lot of people who help us when we ask."
"Why would they do that, Leah?"
"Because you love us!"
"I'll start here and all of you hug whoever is next to you and leave room for Sarah and Joe to get in our group hug."
"This has gotta be the best family ever!"
"I think so too, Cyndy."
"OK. Bedtime. Jammies. Brush. Floss. Sweatshirt and socks for the morning. If they're in bed with you, they'll be warm when you put them on tomorrow. When everyone is in bed, I'll come around for hugs and kisses if you want."
"Always!"
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"And how many times did you get a birthday kiss, Jack?"
"How many kids do we have, Sarah? At least that many and more than one from some of them because 'you didn't get one last year'."
"I have a birthday kiss for you but it should wait until you're in bed or you might forget to take care of the furnace."
"That's quite a promise, Mrs. Wilson."
"I deliver on my promises, Mr. Wilson."
"You certainly do!"
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Wood furnace loaded, damper set for the night. Set the dead bolts on the outside doors. Check that the windows are locked. Why am I this edgy tonight? Maybe because the day went so well? Brush my teeth and take my wife up on that promise.
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
Someone coming from the back of the property. Fast and almost silent. Horse? Well-muffled ATV? Gear up and go. I hear Joe in the gun safe upstairs. Tablet shows them by the bunkhouse. Is that where the LP tank is? Around back quietly. A child? Chamber a round.
Ker-slack!
"Pl-Pl-Please d-d-don't sh-sh-shoot! I'm j-j-just trying t-t-to st-st-stay w-w-warm!"
"By stealing the propane that keeps my kids warm?"
"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry. There wasn't anyone here and I been doing this since it turned cold."
"Where are you staying?"
"The camper."
"Explain?"
"We came out to the woods when the blue hats started grabbing kids. Me and Momma and Daddy and Billy. Then Momma and Daddy and Billy went to town a month or so ago to get gas and stuff and they didn't come back. We had food for all of us for a couple months and there's a stream for water and we have a filter thingie that makes the water safe to drink but I hafta get more propane every week. I'll go. I won't bother you again. Please don't shoot me!"
"What's your name?"
"Sherry Wilson."
"What's your grandfather's name?"
"He's Jack but we call him Poppa."
"When did you last see him?"
"It's been a couple of years. Grandma Cheryl made us say bad things about him or she'd kill all our dogs. She killed Pepper in front of us so we did what she said. Momma said we'd get to see Poppa again but then the new flu happened and we came here."
"Sherry, I want you to come with me where there is better light."
"Do I hafta?"
"Yes. Inside here. I'll light an oil lamp."
"There's no electricity?"
"Not in most of the country. Sit there on the sofa."
"OK."
"Now I can put down the shotgun and take off the night vision."
"POPPA!"
"Hi, Sherry-berry. Welcome to our farm."
"But… but… but…"
"You sound like a motorboat."
"Poppa! It is you."
"Yes, sweet girl. There's a very long story that you won't hear until tomorrow but I have a new wife, we have a houseful of kids - mostly girls, you'll have another grandfather who I think you'll like…"
"Is he like you?"
"I've been told that he is very much like me and the kids all like him. I'll explain more in the morning. Meanwhile, would you like a warm shower - including washing your hair - and some clean clothes?"
"You'll help me?"
"Just with your hair. With power off, we do things differently. We need to be in the house to get clothes and you can meet my new wife. I don't know if either of you would be comfortable with 'Grandma Sarah', so you can call her 'Miss Sarah' as the kids we've taken in do."
"Kids you've taken in?"
"Let's get in the house, you meet Sarah, she gets clothes for you while I help you with the shower. We can talk as much as you want tomorrow, although we'll be interrupted by Sarah's aunt and uncle moving in tomorrow. She'll be going out to meet them before lunch and they'll be here in the afternoon. Don't be surprised if you see kids with guns. They've all had gun safety and shooting classes. More explanations tomorrow. You look tired and sleepy and I'm not sure you'll stay awake through a shower. I'll blow out the light and we'll go to the house."
"Yes, Poppa. Anything as long as I'm with you."
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"Sarah, Joe. This is my granddaughter, Sherry Wilson. She'd been staying in their camper out in the woods after her parents and brother went to town for supplies and didn't return. That's where the missing LP went. She's been slipping in here late at night and using the wet leg of the bunkhouse tank to refill the twenty pound tanks to heat the camper."
"Hi, Sherry. Welcome to the family. You're about nine?"
"Yes, Miss Sarah. December eighth, same as Poppa."
"Today is the eighth, so happy birthday, Sherry."
"It is, Poppa?"
"Yes, Sherry. The other kids baked a cake and made ice cream for me. There's a little left. No, it's too late for you to get a sugar high tonight. Maybe tomorrow."
"OK."
"Hi, Sherry. I'm Grandpa Joe. Welcome to the family. There are several girls about your age. They all bunk together. You'll get to meet them and the others in the morning. I hope you like oatmeal as that's probably what we'll have for breakfast."
"You explain stuff like Poppa does. I'll like being here! Oatmeal is OK if it's one of Poppa's recipes. He makes great oatmeal!"
"Sherry, I don't think you want to sleep with a group of kids you haven't met, so you get the sofa in our bedroom tonight. We'll work out sleeping arrangements after you've met the other kids. Sarah, could you get sleepwear and clothes for tomorrow that will fit Sherry?"
"Yes, Jack. I think she's about Charlie's size."
"Charlie is a girl?"
"Charlie is a nickname for Charlotte."
"Like in 'Charlotte's Web'?"
"Yes, spelled the same - but she doesn't look like a spider."
"Poppa, you're silly!"
"Which is what some of the other kids tell me, but you're smiling."
"You're good at that."
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"We had the standup shower in the camper but not bags like that."
"If your camper had been smaller, you might have learned to use the sun shower bag."
"Sun shower?"
"If it's a warm day, you can fill the bag with cold water and leave it in the sun for a couple of hours and it'll be warm enough to use."
"That's cool!"
"You've been reading some of your mother's books."
"They were the only thing in the camper I hadn't read and I was too scared to be outside."
"Clothes off. Stand in the tub. Head down and eyes closed while I wet and soap your hair, then I'll talk you through washing and rinsing with just a bag of water."
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"It really works! Brush my hair?"
"Yes, Sherry. And you'll get a little shoulder time to get you to sleep. You won't be spending time with me every day. You will get a goodnight kiss and the gentle alarm clock in the morning. I'll tell you more when we talk. Now you need to be asleep. Little girl goodnight kiss. Now your head on my shoulder."
"Yes, Poppa."
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"Three minutes to be asleep. Jack?"
"She's always been a sleepy snuggler. On a shoulder and quickly asleep."
"And you didn't think you'd ever see her again after we came here and the blackout happened."
"No, I didn't. One of the things that's kept me going was the hope of finding her and the other grandkids. She said her mother, father and brother went to town for supplies and didn't return. I think we can guess several scenarios about that and none of them good. I have two more children and three more grandkids somewhere - if they're still alive. For now, I'll hope to find them and continue to care for the kids who are here."
"How will you tell her about what happened to the other kids here?"
"We'll be in the bunkhouse in the morning. She needs to know what's happened to the others but not specifically what happened to whom. When they've all built up that level of trust, each girl can tell her what she's been through. I think more has happened to Sherry than she let on. She's always been very independent - she did find a large propane tank and figure out how to use the wet leg to refill the smaller tanks for the camper - but she said she was 'scared to go outside'. Hopefully I can get her to share the details."
"Jack's Home for Kids Who Need a Shoulder has yet another client."
"One I'd rather not have in that connection."
"She's asleep, Jack. Ease her off your shoulder and come put your head on my shoulder. Tonight you need to let some of the hurt out."
"You're right, Mrs. Wilson. I may not be able to take you up on that promise tonight."
"You have a raincheck. We'll be in this bed tomorrow night. Let it out, Jack. You almost never shed a tear but tonight you need to shed quite a few."
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:17:14 GMT -6
Thursday, 9 December, 2:10AM
"No! Let me go!"
What? Sherry's in a bad dream?
"Sherry-berry, it's Poppa."
"Poppa?"
"Yes, sweetie. Here's a little flashlight and you can aim it at me."
"It is you, Poppa! I dreamed I'd found you but then that it was a dream and I couldn't get loose and when I opened my eyes it was dark and …"
"You did find me. I still tickle your feet the same…"
"Stop! Gotta pee!"
"You use the flashlight. Bathroom that way. Don't try to flush. I'll explain in the morning."
"Yes, Poppa."
"Better now?"
"Un huh. Why couldn't I get loose?"
"Maybe because you'd rolled up in the blanket like this."
"That makes sense. Why is it dark?"
"I think I told you this when we were in the bunkhouse - the power is off over most of the country so we don't have nightlights. Each of the kids' rooms has a squeeze flashlight like this so they can get to the bathroom at night if needed."
"It seems so reasonable when you explain it."
"Think you can snuggle back to sleep?"
"Can I have the flashlight by me?"
"You may."
"Now I know it's you, Poppa! Nobody else would do 'can' and 'may' in the middle of the night."
"Only until you remember which to use."
"Kiss me goodnight?"
"Little girl goodnight kiss. Head on my shoulder."
I don't think this will take long. Three deep breaths and she's gone. This one definitely needs one-on-one time during the day. Ease her head off my shoulder. Ensure my alarm is set. Back to my snuggle partner.
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Thursday, 9 December, 6:10AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Sherry is still asleep and has just a tiny smile. That's good.
"Good morning, Mrs. Wilson."
"Good morning, Mr. Wilson. Nice wake up. How is our newest child?"
"She had a bad dream around 2 but was able to get back to sleep quickly. She has a tiny smile this morning so I'd guess she slept OK afterwards."
"And you need to give her some one-on-one today?"
"The 'No!' and 'Let me go!' in her dream tell me she's been hurt and needs to talk."
"Thank you for your analysis, Dr. Wilson. I agree. Wake her and then the others and she can meet them when you wake them. None of them will be at much of a disadvantage - they all slept in their hair."
"You plan to use that line in your new series?"
"I just need the shaggy dog story that leads up to it."
"I'll go do my morning 'chore'."
"Good morning, Sherry."
"Good morning, Poppa! You said you did these wake ups. You gonna wake the others now?"
"Yes. You can meet each of the others as I wake them."
"But my hair…"
"Looks like you slept in it. So will they. Grab that sweatshirt and put on the socks by it. We heat with wood and the house isn't toasty warm in the mornings."
"Yes, Poppa."
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"You took in all these kids?"
"I'll write the list for you. Amelia, Celia and Paige are Sarah's children. Alicia, Leah and Rachel lived down the street and were their best friends. Their father went to jail and then their mother to prison for a long time so they moved in with Sarah. I was renting the garage apartment and was there to help take care of Amelia and her sisters after their father was killed in a car wreck. The others we've acquired along the way. Lisa, Sammy, Shannon, Debbie and Michelle were neighbors' kids that we took in. Crissy, Cyndy and Charlie we found beside the road on our way here. Lexi is the niece of the Colonel in charge of the military forces in the area and he asked if we could help her."
"Help her?"
"Because she had been hurt as I think you have been hurt, Sherry."
"I never could hide stuff from you! There was a bunch of them in two pickup trucks. A couple had blue jackets…"
"We stopped them trying to get in the front gate the other night."
"I wondered why they didn't come back again."
"No one who hurts my kids or tries to hurt them ever does it again after I know about it. The ones in blue jackets had their knees shot…"
"You shot them?"
"No, Charlie did."
"Charlie's too nice to do that."
"Charlie is a loving, caring person but they'd hurt her as I think they hurt you. One of them came at her and she shot him. The other said that he'd given orders for Charlie, Crissy and Cyndy to be killed and she shot him."
"I guess that was payback."
"Yes, it was but Charlie had a hard time getting over hurting someone else - even those two animals. I think you need to talk with me and tell me a lot of things. Not here. After breakfast. You'll get dressed and we'll go to the bunkhouse and you can talk with me for a long time. If you need to, we'll arrange more sessions."
"You've done this before?"
"You have an idea how Charlie was treated by the guys in the blue jackets. You think maybe she needed more than one time to talk about it?"
"Un huh."
"I'll tell you more when we're outside. For now, just know that all the other kids have been hurt in some manner and needed to talk it out."
"Even the little ones?"
"Yes."
"I know you're the world's best grandpa. I bet they all think you're the world's best daddy."
"I have heard that, Sherry-berry. You can go down in your sweatshirt and ask what help the others need with breakfast. You can wait to dress for the day until after you eat or you can dress now and be ready to go outside when you finish breakfast."
"Yes, Poppa."
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"Daddy, if we're your kids and Sherry is your grandkid, does that make us aunts and an uncle?"
"Possibly, Lisa, but I don't think Sherry will be saying 'Aunt Lisa' to someone who's the same age or younger. She's nine. Yesterday was also her birthday. I told her last night that she could have cake and ice cream later today."
"And we'll sing 'Happy Birthday' to her then."
"Thank you, Lisa. So you all know. Sarah's Aunt Hazel and Uncle Bill - also Grandma Hazel and Grandpa Bill to the 'C' team…"
"'C' team, Poppa?"
"We found Charlie, Crissy and Cyndy together. I called them the 'C' team because all their names started with 'C'. Amelia and Alicia are the 'A' team."
"Sorry, Poppa. I interrupted you. Finish what you started to tell us."
"Sarah will go to meet the military airplane that's bringing them and their things here. She'll be riding with the Colonel and they'll leave around 11. The nearest place for a plane that big to land is about 50 miles from here, so it will take a while to get there and get everything ready for the landing. The plane will arrive about 1:30 and they should be back around 4:30. I want all the older kids armed because we'll have one less adult here. Hazel and Bill will be staying in the bunkhouse. It has gas heat and a flushable toilet so they'll get that space. When they get here, there will be things to move from the truck to the bunkhouse. Ask before you grab anything to help move. They will want to look over the space and see what might need to be changed so it will work best for them. My sessions with my kids will move to the cabin after today. It has only wood heat and the outhouse, with a bucket for emergencies and at night."
"You always explain things like this, Poppa?"
"He does, Sherry. He's really good about letting us know what's gonna happen as soon as he knows. You were a surprise this morning, but you were a surprise to him after we were asleep. He did bring you around with the wake ups so we'd know who you were and where you came from as soon as he could tell us."
"Thank you, Michelle."
"Poppa, you said the power was off but we have lights in here."
"We have a few lights that run off the batteries that are charged by the solar panels on the roof. We don't have a lot of lights. The LP furnace isn't used because the blower needs more power than we can get with winter sun. The well pump doesn't run. We have a small pump that runs on the batteries to get cold water to the kitchen counter and the bathrooms here and upstairs. We flush with the water used for washing. You might get a DVD once a week but not every day. The tablets get charged because they're part of our security system…"
"Is that how you knew I was out there?"
"Yes. The laptops get charged because we use them for tracking food and other things. The handheld games don't get charged. We have limited electricity and we must be careful of how we use it."
"I saw generators like the camper has."
"But they need fuel. With the power off across the country, the pipelines that bring gasoline and diesel don't work so we're limited to whatever fuel we had stored when the power went off. It won't last forever and we're saving it for farming so we'll be able to grow food."
"Gasoline was one of the things Momma and Daddy went in town to get but they didn't come back…"
"I think you all know that Sherry needs some time with me. Listen to Sarah and get the breakfast dishes cleared and yourselves dressed for the day. Chores need to be done. Little ones, get an armed big kid to go with you when you feed the chickens and gather the eggs. Older girls have someone armed with you when you milk. You all know the drill."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
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"Sherry, I've lit the LP heater. The bunkhouse takes a while to heat up. You can be on the sofa under a blanket or in the bed with an electric blanket until it gets warm in here."
"In your lap on the sofa and a blanket around both of us?"
"We've done that before when you needed to talk. I think that a lot happened to you that you don't want to remember and that you don't want to tell anyone about. I know it will hurt to tell about it but I promise you will feel better after you tell me."
"I don't know how it can make it better but you always keep your promises. I'll try."
"That's all I ask. I want you to go back as far as you remember about the trip here - even things you did to get ready for the trip and things your Momma and Daddy told you about the trip and maybe the reasons they gave for doing it when you did."
"Daddy stopped going to work and then…"
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I didn't think this would end well and it didn't. She's had her time before the throne - twice. Once about her family not coming back and the second time about her experiences with the group the blue jackets were part of. At least those people won't hurt anyone else. Dawkins mentioned that Tim was using a firing squad for military executions. When the charges were read, there were more volunteers than Tim could use and all were asking for a live cartridge - no blanks. Guess they do take their 'uncle' roles seriously. I can guarantee those people won't bother her again. I can't guarantee that there won't be others. I'll ask Joe to do the gun safety and shooting lessons with Lexi and Sherry.
She only needed her face wiped and the water drill each time. I am remembering to keep longer hair out of the vomit stream today. She's asleep on my shoulder now. I'll give her an hour. She'll still be short of sleep with getting to bed late and being wakened by the bad dream. Hopefully she'll be better tonight and maybe in one of the bunkrooms soon. Since she and Charlie experienced some of the same people, having Sherry with the 'C' team or having Charlie and Sherry in over and under bunks might work. I'll talk with all of them later.
I hear vehicles. It's 10:50 so time for Tim to be here. I heard a 'Hi, Uncle Tim' so Lexi's outlook is positive today. I hope that lasts. They've left. I should wake this sleeping girl.
"Hi, Sherry-berry."
"Hi, Poppa! Nice wake up. You were right. Telling you was hard and puking hurt but I feel better about all that happened. And I think you're right that I'll need to do this more than once. You read me so good! But that's what blue people do. And Grandpa Joe is blue."
"So is Grandpa Bill. And Grandma Hazel sees colors and is a healer."
"They're family to me?"
"I don't think so but I do have family tree records on my laptop that go back some 400 years. We can look later. Now we need to clear out anything we brought. I'll turn the heater down but leave it on so the bunkhouse won't be cold when they get here. I also need to refill the LP tank outside that someone almost emptied."
"That someone was me. But nobody was here when I did it."
"And you were doing the best you could to take care of you and you didn't know who you could trust."
"If I'd known it was you that moved in, I woulda been knocking on your door the first day! All I saw was Army trucks and I wasn't gonna take a chance. I'm glad you found me."
"Me, too, Sherry. Help me get these things back to the house?"
"Yes, Poppa. Can I help when you fill the propane tank?"
"No. That can be dangerous both from the possibility of fire and from the possibility of freezing your hands or other exposed skin."
"Fire I understand. But freezing?"
"Here's a balloon. You blow it up."
"OK."
"Hold it so the air doesn't get out."
"OK."
"Open your mouth and breathe out on your arm like this."
"It's kinda warm."
"Point the balloon at your arm and let the air out on the same place on your arm."
"It's lots cooler."
"Remember that the air in the balloon started out the same temperature as the air you breathed on your arm. That air was under pressure in the balloon. When you let it out of the balloon, you released that pressure and it expanded and got cooler. The propane in the tank on the truck is under a lot more pressure than the air in the balloon. If it comes out and expands on your skin, it's so cold that it can cause frostbite. So there is a good reason I won't let you help. I'll be wearing special gloves to protect my hands. You may watch from that stump over there. Let's get these things inside the house. When we come back out, you'll wait where I told you while I drive the truck around to the tank by the bunkhouse and fill it. Then I'll fill the tank by the house."
"I know you're keeping me safe but I wanna see up close. I was real careful when I filled the little tanks. Well, after almost freezing my hand the first time, even with gloves on."
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"Kids, lunch for all but Sarah. I looked through the things that the Colonel brought us and we can make chicken noodle soup…"
"With grilled cheese sandwiches, Grandpa Joe?"
"Yes, Celia, with grilled cheese. We'll need measuring cups and spoons…"
"I got that, Grandpa Joe."
"Thank you, Leah. And the big stock pot under the counter."
"We got that."
"Thank you, 'A' team. The bread needs to be sliced for sandwiches."
"I got that."
"Thank you, Lisa. And the cheese."
"I can do that."
"Thank you, Maddie. I'll also need the big griddle to do sandwiches for this many."
"I got that."
"Thank you, Sammy."
"What about us?"
"Did you wash your hands, Rachel?"
"Yes, Grandpa Joe."
"Paige, use this one cup measure and scoop out four full scoops from this can. Shannon, use this half cup measure and scoop out four full scoops from this can. Rachel, use this whisk and stir those things slowly."
"Yes, Grandpa Joe."
"Celia, I'll put the stock pot on the counter and you fill it to this line with cold water."
"Yes, Grandpa Joe."
"Debbie and Hannah; set the table for us."
"Yes, Grandpa."
"Charlie. Check how much milk there is. If only one pitcher, get with Crissy, Lexi and Cyndy and measure and mix two more pitchers of powdered milk."
"Yes, Grandpa Joe."
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"I see we're back in time to help with lunch."
"Yes, Jack. If you'd get the stock pot to the stove and start it heating. The soup should simmer at least ten minutes to bring out the best flavor and we have some leftover chicken in the fridge that can be cut up to improve the flavor of the freeze-dried soup mix."
"Poppa, may I do the cutting? Momma let me when she watched."
"I'll let you show me how you think it should be done and you may do the work if I think you're doing it safely. Wash your hands first."
"Yes, Poppa."
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"Can I help with the sandwiches, Mister Jack?"
"I know several who have shown me they can do it safely, Crissy. Did you watch how Amelia and Charlie placed a sandwich on the griddle, turned it and took it off?"
"Yes, Mister Jack. I think I can show you easier than I can tell you."
"OK. Take the sandwiches off the front row."
"Like this with the spatula and the wooden spoon to stop it from sliding away. Wooden spoon 'cause it won't get hot and burn my hand."
"Very good. Add the next row of sandwiches."
"It'll be easier if I turn the second row first. I'll have more room to turn them and get them straight with the front row empty."
"You passed that test, Crissy. Now add the next sandwiches to the griddle."
"Like this. Starting on the left side 'cause I'm right handed."
"Very good, smart and careful girl. You have permission to do this again but with an adult watching and setting the flame on the burners."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
'I'm not sure if she'll need to turn the sandwiches in the front row, Jack. Her smile might cook the top side.'
'Happy cooks are willing to learn more, Joe.'
'That they are.'
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"Lunch is yummy!"
"Maybe things taste better when you get to help make them, Rachel?"
"Un huh! And all of us helped."
"Yes, all of us helped. I think we talked about everybody having things to do before we moved here."
"We did, Daddy. And you've talked about it with all the kids we've found since we started the move out here."
"Kids you 'found', Amelia?"
"Yes, Sherry. On the way here, we found the 'C' team along the side of the road. Daddy found you outside the other night. Lexi's uncle found her but she needed a family to stay with."
"So me and Charlie and Crissy and Cyndy and Lexi are all kids you found? Do found kids get to be family?"
"You're already family, Sherry. You're Mister Jack's granddaughter. The rest of us 'found' kids have to be voted in to be part of the family?"
"Voted in, Crissy?"
"Crissy, let me answer that."
"OK, Mister Jack."
"Sherry, how many kids can I give lap time to?"
"Maybe two if they're not too big. You might snuggle three on a bed - maybe four if they're Rachel's size."
"What if it's something that needs one-on-one talking?"
"Just one."
"How long have your one-on-one sessions been?"
"An hour or two."
"How many hours in a day?"
"24, but you gotta eat and sleep sometime."
"So I can't care for everyone in a day?"
"Un uh. Probably two or three days for all of us."
"What happens if we add another kid?"
"The ones here get less time."
"When someone is obviously hurt, you might be OK with that for a few days. Would you be willing to give up some of your time for someone else every week?"
"Poppa , that's a hard question."
"That's the question all my kids - the ones we've adopted or family like you - must answer about any kid that is added. Do you care enough about that person and do you think that person cares enough about you for you to be willing to share the time you otherwise would have gotten with me or Sarah or Joe?"
"Does anybody ever get voted in?"
"Michelle was the first. She came along after Sarah and I had adopted the neighbor kids that needed a family. Michelle has a long story that she must choose whether to share with you. The kids did vote her in. That must be a unanimous vote - all of them must say 'yes'."
"You'd hafta spend a lot of time with someone to know how you'd get along all the time. That's one of the reasons everybody helps with cooking and stuff, isn't it?"
"Yes, smart girl. This way you get to know each other at times that might not be your best - first thing in the morning for some, sleepy around lunch time for others, whatever."
"We sure don't all look good in the morning. My hair always looks like I slept in it!"
"Me, too."
"And me."
"Did the three of you notice that you have the longest hair?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Yes, Poppa."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
"So Charlie, it's 'Mister Jack' until you're voted into the family?"
"Un huh. But he still treats us like a Daddy would."
"He's good about that."
---
"Joe, if you'd get the special treat out. Kids, if you'd sing."
"Happy Birthday to you…"
"But nobody else got any cake or ice cream."
"Sherry, we got them yesterday at Daddy's party. There was just enough left for one person so you get it."
"I love my new family!"
"We made cards for you."
"Why are you making such a big deal of my birthday?"
"We saw how happy Mister Jack was when he found you. We want you to know that we're glad you're here and making him happy."
"Thank you!"
---
"Kids, some of you need shoulder and/or lap time. More family will be here around 4:30, so I may not get to all of you before then. I don't know how much time we'll have after they get here. We might all be busy helping them move into the bunkhouse. In order, first Sherry, then Lexi, then the 'C' team. Does the team need to be together or separate?"
"Mister Jack, can we do together again and then separate? Tomorrow is OK."
"I'm OK with that if you are, Charlie. Crissy?"
"Together and separate. I can wait."
"Cyndy?"
"Like Crissy."
"Sherry, grab that bag with clothes in it and get your jacket on. That includes zipping it."
"Yes, Poppa."
---
Better this session. More things that happened around them at home. An encounter she had while on her way to and from the LP tank by the bunkhouse. Things she heard from the road when she was outside the camper. Sherry is cried out and asleep in just over 30 minutes. Let her sleep 30 minutes and check whether Lexi is ready to talk again. I'm certain that Lexi has more to tell. There are marks on her that look like brands and she's not yet mentioned them, let alone told me about them in detail. That may be a painful session for both of us. Something else Tim might never know.
Sherry's face is calm, maybe peaceful? Can we get a smile?
(I love you, Sherry.)
We have a smile. Now to wake her.
"Hi, Sherry."
"Nice wake up, Poppa. And the 'I love you' in my mind makes me feel so good!"
"It makes you smile when you're asleep."
"And I feel so good when I wake up smiling. You are the world's best Poppa and Daddy. I shouldn't say anything about the 'I love you' in my mind?"
"That would be correct. I've only tried it with a few of the others and they asked that I not tell everyone."
"They might think we're crazy or they might be sad if they can't do it."
"Good logic, as usual."
"I learned a lot from you."
"You're much better than you were, but I don't think you've told me everything."
"B-B-But you w-w-won't love m-m-me anymore!"
"Exactly what would you have chosen to do that would make me stop loving you?"
"I didn't choose it. They tied me up and made me!"
"And I'd blame you for something that happened that you couldn't control?"
She's talking between those great body-shaking sobs. Another won't-end-well session. To the throne. Keep her hair clear. Let her know I'm here.
(I love you, Sherry.)
She's slowing down. I think she's done. Wipe her face. Do the water drill. Get her snuggled on my shoulder. I'll need to use some air freshener in here. No exhaust fan without power - I do miss that for these events. Could I build battery powered version from a case fan from an old computer? We have 12 volts available to run it. Sherry needs an hour nap but I'll probably be waking her in 30 minutes to get out before Hazel and Bill get here.
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
[Plane was delayed. Be there around 5:30. They were totally off-grid so we will have more solar power. Sarah.]
They had space to bring important things and solar power is important. I'll assume that includes batteries. Might be very good if it all went to power for the house. Might only be a small improvement if spread over house, bunkhouse, barn and cabin. Work that out later. Sherry can get her hour nap. I wasn't sure she'd be able to get the story out. She stopped and started a half dozen times but finally managed her tale of being tied in place to perform oral sex on her horse and almost choking on the flood in her mouth and nose. That was very scary for her. I remember the time she was yelling as she jumped in the deep end of the pool and got a mouth and nose full of water. That time I was there and could lift her out of the water. This time she coughed and panted and puked her way back to breathing. I'm sorry, little one. You were so close and I could have lost you and never even known it.
"Poppa? Why are you crying?"
"Sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to wake you up. I was just thinking how scared you would have been when you couldn't breathe and that I might have lost you and the love just leaked out of my eyes."
"Mine too, Poppa. You love me so good!"
"We need to clear our things out of here. And maybe dry some eyes. They'll be a little later getting here because the plane was late. That just means that we should plan on having supper for the people who drove the trucks and things."
"It smells bad in here."
"A little girl I love had to get some hurts out. They don't always come out easily."
"They sure don't! But you were right again. I needed to tell someone. I love you, Poppa."
"I might like you…"
"A little bit."
"You remembered, Sherry."
"It's one of my favorite things that you say!"
"Your jacket on and zipped. I left the bathroom window open a little at the top to help ventilate that room and I'll turn the heat up a little to compensate for losing heat there."
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Thursday, 9 December, 4:10PM
"You're back, Jack. Cutting it close, though."
"Not really, Joe. Just got a text that the plane was late and they'll be here around 5:30. We should plan on feeding our crew and those driving and loading vehicles."
"There were six of them this morning."
"Then cook for our crew plus twelve to have a little extra. You've been through the food inventory most recently. What would work for this many?"
"We have a large stock of beans, so add some canned ground beef, tomatoes, tomato sauce and a few spices to make chili. That and corn bread cook easily and work well to feed many people."
"The kids will consider it a treat. I'll get water heating to brew some iced tea for those who want something cold to drink with hot chili. The kids can mix more powdered milk if we don't have enough fresh milk And we should have coffee for those addicted."
"Coffee generally for anyone in the military."
"That's also true. What other help do you need?"
"Maybe something for dessert?"
"Sarah mentioned blackberry cobbler. We have canned berries. A couple of large cobblers should work. We'll have the oven hot for corn bread so we just start the cobblers first."
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Bee-doop!
Probably Tim telling us he's near. Press the 'Message' button.
{Jack. About ten minutes out. The closest cell tower went down again shortly after Sarah sent you a message. Restoral prospects unknown.}
"Kids, get your jackets if you want to go meet them. Do NOT leave the house until the vehicles are parked and I give you permission. These drivers are NOT accustomed to having kids around when they move vehicles so they might not see you. This is a 'you can get hurt' event."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Yes, Poppa."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
"I'll wait by the gate and open it when I see them."
Wonder if the Abrams is still parked near us?
"Grandpa Joe, what family are we to them?"
"Celia, they are your mother's aunt and uncle, so that makes them your great aunt and great uncle. I think they'd like having you call them 'Aunt Hazel' and 'Uncle Bill'."
"What about us, Grandpa Joe?"
"Leah, I think all the adopted kids should ask. But remember that Sarah has been talking with them. She's probably told them about all the kids here. They might have names that they want you to call them. The 'C' team already has the names they'll use…"
"Grandma Hazel and Grandpa Bill!"
"Yes, Cyndy. Other kids; let the 'C' team be first out of the door. I'm sure Sarah told them everyone was OK but they'll want to see for themselves."
"'OK' is probably a good description. Maybe 'good' after our next session with Mister Jack."
"Very good, Charlie. Jack told me you were a deep thinker and your evaluation of the 'C' team proves it."
"You give good hugs too, Grandpa Joe."
"I hear vehicles."
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
"And the cameras see them."
"Yes, Amelia. Everyone remember what Jack said about waiting for the engines to stop."
"Yes, Grandpa."
"All the drivers are out of the vehicles. 'C' team go now."
"Grandma Hazel!"
"Grandpa Bill!"
"Amelia, Celia and Paige go now."
"You're just letting as many as they can handle go each time, Grandpa Joe?"
"Yes, deep thinker that we call Lisa."
"You're as silly as Mister Jack!"
"But you're smiling."
"You're good at that too."
"Alicia, Leah and Rachel go now."
"Rest of the neighborhood, Lexi and Sherry."
"Hold my hand, Grandpa Joe?"
"More strangers that you're not yet comfortable with, Sherry?"
"Un huh.
"My hand too?"
"Strangers to you also, Lexi?"
"Un huh."
"Will it help if I tell you that she's my little sister?"
"She is?"
"Yes."
"Then she's nice."
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"Hello, Sis."
"Hello, Joe. At least there are a few faces that aren't new."
"You do know Sarah and the 'C' team…"
"'C' Team?"
"Charlie, Crissy and Cyndy. We found them together and Jack's been having his 'tell me what happened' sessions with them as a group most of the time."
"I noticed his blue was darker than yours. He's really that good at getting them to let the hurts out?"
"Better than I would have believed. He worked wonders with Amelia, Celia and Paige after David's death. Most of the other kids have been treated badly. He's not told me any details but I've seen him angry enough to take someone apart with his bare hands and I've seen the damage he inflicted when he didn't get quite that angry. I've seen the kids who spend time with him go from almost too scared to speak to mostly smiling in a couple of days."
"He is good, then."
"He married Sarah and adopted her kids and all the neighborhood orphans they had taken in. They've taken in another girl since then and we found the 'C' team on our way here. The local military commander asked if Jack would work with his niece who'd been kidnapped. Jack's granddaughter Sherry showed up here the other night. All of them will have to choose whether you ever learn what happened to them. I simply accept and love them as they seem to need at the time. For a couple of them today, that love was holding their hands as they came out to meet strangers. Telling them you were my little sister made it less scary. One responded 'Then she's nice'."
"Then you are loving them as they need to be loved. I heard some things from a friend whose brother is in the military that a number of children had been kidnapped and rented out."
"That would be correct."
"What about Crissy, Cyndy and Charlie?"
"When we found them, they were running away from people who were trying to kill them. No, I don't know what happened to them. I'll never ask. Jack's doing a great job with all of them and that's what they need. If they ask for lap or shoulder time, be there for them. Do not be surprised at anything they tell you. From what little Jack has told me, anything they say has happened to them is probably true. I've heard some words that I never expected a four year old to understand but she was talking about things that had happened to her and her vocabulary included the common words for those things."
"But they're smiling and helpful and seem happy to see us."
"They've been support for each other. They've all been hurt in some manner, whether losing one or both parents or a sibling, being viciously used or whatever. They're sensitive to the hurts and needs of others and generally try to make things work for all of them. Jack gets them to tell even little annoyances in the one-on-one time he has with them - changing someone's pillow so she doesn't snore seems small but it's big to a kid who's had few choices."
"Anything more than lap time?"
"Sleeping on his shoulder when the 'tell me about' sessions run late or helping them with showers when they puke and they're too exhausted to do it themselves. They're happy. They get along with the other kids. They're helpful - from doing regular chores like feeding chickens, collecting eggs and milking the cows to responding positively to 'Will you help?' to spontaneous 'Can I help?' at various times. "
"How does Jack rate the military assistance we got to get here?"
"Early in the GG-183 debacle, someone Jack knew was part a military video conference. After talking with Jack about how they'd managed power and water when commercial power and county water were lost, he suggested Jack join the conference. Jack had so many practical ideas that could immediately be implemented that the President joined the call long enough to thank him. The Commander in Chief has a bit of influence with the rest of the military."
"I wondered where some of the practical things I heard had come from. Now I know. Glad that Jack was in the right place at the right time."
"We need to get you to your new house. Jack had been using the bunkhouse as a place for the kids to have privacy when they need time with him. He said Sherry's session today did not end well - which is his euphemism for a kid crying so hard she pukes. He left the bathroom window partially open but the smell may linger."
"On that basis, I'll accept that anything the kids tell me probably did happen. It takes a lot to get them to that point. Where will he and the kids go now?"
"There's a cabin on the south side of the house. Wood heat. No bathroom. He thought he and the kids could handle a pot bellied stove and an outhouse - with a bucket toilet for emergencies - easier than the two of you."
"I need to check the color of his aura again. I don't think I appreciated how deep the blue was."
"Supper is in progress. Jack asked that we include the military folks so he and most of the kids are back inside working on chili and corn bread."
"If an army really travels on its stomach, this one will go anywhere for you folks."
"They've been very helpful."
"I've heard a couple of the kids talking about 'my soldier'?"
"Jack asked a group to eat with us another time and had the kids in alternate chairs so each guest had someone to talk to. The kids claimed whoever was beside them and even hugged them bye."
"I think some of that is mutual. I've seen a couple squatted down to be at eye level with the little ones."
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"Jack, you're spoiling my troops. They'll be mutinying to get food like this."
"Just taking care of the people who take care of us, Tim."
"You cooked all of this?"
"No. The chili is Joe's recipe. The corn bread is my recipe. The work was 90% done by the kids. Some of the stove top things and moving pans into and out of the oven were mine or Joe's. Don't fold your napkin yet, Tim. There's dessert."
"On top of all I've eaten?"
"I won't be disappointed if you only take a little bowl."
"Of what?"
"Blackberry cobbler."
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"Jack, where did you get the recipe for this cobbler?"
"It's my recipe, Hazel."
"That little bit of difference I taste. Nutmeg?"
"That's part of it."
"Ginger?"
"That's the other part."
"I've wondered how either would work with blackberries but never thought of using both."
"Enough of each for a discriminating palate to recognize but they're just a 'that's good' note for everyone else."
"You may cook for me any day, Jack. As I saw the kids doing almost everything, I guess I should say they can cook for me any day if they use your recipes."
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"Hazel, we should get you settled before the kids' bedtime. Our usual routine is the kids get jammies, brush and floss. Then a bedtime story, usually their choice of several options. Then I go by for goodnight hugs or kisses. A few might want one or both of you for some of that tonight."
"I think we'll just watch tonight unless one of them asks us to do something. Tomorrow is plenty soon enough to add more changes to their lives."
"First, you should check out the furniture in the bunkhouse and its arrangement. Any changes can be done before we start moving things in. If there are small things the kids can help with, tell them where to put those things so you don't end up with a pile on the bed or in the doorway to the bathroom. If you'd like to rise on your own schedule, please do so. We're usually up and have kids headed to the kitchen around 6 or so. Breakfast happens shortly after they all get there. We've been heating with the wood-fired convection furnace because the solar power we have isn't adequate to run the blower on the LP furnace all day and night. We do stay comfortable, though."
"We can help with that. We brought 8,000 watts of solar panels and 880 amp hours of AGM battery capacity. The inverters are 2KW and 4KW with a 500 watt pure sine wave inverter for a few things. It uses a 48 volt battery bank so the conversion efficiency is high."
"Very good. I'll ask if Tim can loan us some people to get the solar panels up tomorrow. For now, the panels can go in the smokehouse and most of the batteries in the basement when the truck is unloaded. I'll need a count to see how many should be in each location. No point in moving the batteries more than once."
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"That's the last of it, Jack."
"Thanks, Tim. Especially for getting the batteries to the various locations."
"No, thank you for treating my troops like family. You'll need help getting the solar panels up. I'll send Dawkins and one other of his choice tomorrow."
"Thanks again, Tim."
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"Uncle Tim?"
"Yes, Lexi?"
"Thank you for taking care of my new family. They're a good family to be with until you and me can be a family again."
"You're welcome, Lexi. I think you're right. They're a very good family to be with. Give me a hug, favorite niece."
"Always!"
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"Sarah, what will the two of us do with all this space?"
"Have your grandchildren or your great nieces spend the night with you, Aunt Hazel."
"Well, duh. We're on the same grounds but I guess a different house and bed are still a treat for the kids. I noticed it's comfortably warm in here. You have enough LP for the winter?"
"There's a 5,000 gallon delivery truck that was abandoned a few miles from here. Jack brought it back and it's in the horse barn. He said it's nearly full so we should be good for several years."
"How'd he know about it?"
"One of his military contacts told him - and said 'Keep the kids warm'."
"I see why the troops get along so well with the kids - they adopted each other."
"That's how I see it."
"I saw all the trash cans go into the corn crib. Those are LTS foods and heirloom seeds. Here's an inventory list. Joe and Bill probably need to talk about what might be grown where. I didn't see or hear horses. You have fuel for tractors and other equipment?"
"For a while. A thousand gallons of treated gasoline; two thousand gallons of treated diesel. Another gift from the military. There was a horse breeder in the area but we haven't been out exploring that far."
"Jack said the kids got a story at bedtime. How does he get them all in place to see the book?"
"Come inside and see. We'll be telling them 'bedtime' soon. In the meantime, I'm sure some of the kids will want to show you their rooms."
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"Sarah, Hazel, Bill. Pot on the counter with chamomille tea if it helps you sleep."
"Come see our room!"
"Then ours!"
"I guess the tea can wait until you're back downstairs."
"Sarah, Jack said 'wood-fired convection furnace' but all the rooms downstairs seem to be the same temperature."
"A little bit of modern technology and some time, Uncle Bill. Jack has an electronic thermometer and we used it to check the temperature of each room and each supply register. Then he adjusted the dampers in the supply ducts to even the heat over the floor. It's cooler upstairs but that's OK for sleeping. There are extra blankets at the foot of each bed. The kids either dress for the day when they get up or grab socks and a sweatshirt as soon as they're out of bed. Some keep the sweatshirt in bed with them so it's warm in the morning. Jack's also good at estimating the amount of wood the furnace will need overnight. Someone has 'firebox refill' duty in the morning, but we have volunteers - Amelia and Charlie asked to learn how to do that. Jack or Dad does it most mornings but it's good to have others who know how."
"Good that you encourage responsibility in the children. I'm amazed by what I see but I remember stories my great-grandmother told of things the kids did when she was growing up - and now I'm seeing it. They're capable of much more than they've ever had the opportunity to try."
"Aunt Hazel, Jack suggested that the older girls could learn to sew on the treadle machine. You learned on one of those, didn't you?"
"I did, Sarah. From they way some of them have taken to cooking, I think they'll also like being creative with cloth and thread. You have patterns in their sizes?"
"There's a box of patterns in the attic. I don't know what sizes they are."
"Kids, bedtime. Jammies, brush, floss. New book tonight."
"I think that means patterns are a project for tomorrow. I want to see how he manages to read to a dozen plus kids."
"Same places as before, Daddy?"
"Yes, Celia. Just make room for Sherry somewhere."
"Sit here, Sherry, and I can sit in your lap and we can both see."
"OK, Rachel."
"'Once upon a time…'"
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"That's a cliff-hanger, Daddy. Do you have the next book?"
"The whole series, Leah. There are more than two books."
"Is the next one a cliff-hanger too?"
"No peeking in the next book, Michelle. It will be what it will be."
"Yes, Daddy."
"To your beds. I'll be around to ask about hugs and kisses."
"Grandma Hazel and Grandpa Bill, will you kiss me goodnight too?"
"And me?"
"Me too?"
"Yes, 'C' team. We'll follow Jack to your room."
"Goody!"
---
Amelia asked if she could ask Aunt Hazel and Uncle Bill to give all the other kids a goodnight hug or kiss. I told her to ask them tomorrow and they could make the rounds with me tomorrow night if they're willing. I got the feeling she was more concerned about the non-blood-related kids than herself. I'll let her explain to Hazel and Bill. I doubt that they can resist her logic or her 'please'. Gotta love kids who care this much about others. I gave her a mental 'I love you' for asking. Maddie said she would've asked but Amelia beat her to it. She also got 'I love you' in her mind.
All the kids are somewhat keyed up tonight. Not surprising with having new people living with us and having a military contingent at supper. I'll make the rounds again in a few minutes. Some will only need a little touch or two to settle down. Others may need more - the chamomille tea may end up in unintended recipients. It works and the older ones might make the night if I send them to pee with threat of tickles if I don't hear enough coming out of them.
That took less time than I expected. Celia was on her side and a brief back rub worked for her. Leah and Rachel needed hugs. Even knowing about change in advance doesn't always work for them. Lexi and Sherry were both teary-eyed so I brought them down for lap time at the table and some tea. The tea helped but the lap time was probably the biggest thing they needed. Need to get them and the 'C' team out to the cabin tomorrow. Well, tomorrow if I get these two back in bed in the next 20 minutes. Can I make it up the stairs with both of them?
'Jack, I'll take Lexi. I saw you were still up and their beds were empty.'
'Thanks, Sarah.'
A mental 'I love you' for each of them after she's in bed. And now for me to be in bed.
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:17:42 GMT -6
Friday, 10 December, 2:20AM
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
How'd they get past the fence without an alert? The gate is showing closed. That looks like someone is on the roof.
"Sarah!"
"Yes?"
"People in the yard, inside the fence. One or more on the roof. Wake Joe. I'll wake and arm the older kids. I told Hazel and Bill about the security system. I hope the alert wakes them."
"Amelia."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Need you up, dressed and armed. People in the yard and on the roof. You wake the other armed girls while I call the Colonel. No lights other than the little flashlights."
"Yes, Daddy."
PreSel and press 911.
Press the mic button.
{This is Jack Wilson.}
{Sir.}
{Have multiple intruders in the yard. At least one on the roof. Gate shows closed. Don't think they used chutes but don't know how else they'd get this far past the perimeter.}
{Notifying the nearest squad. Someone is waking the Colonel. Two minutes.}
{Someone will be at the radio. I have intruders to repel.}
{Sir.}
"Amelia, you're with Paige and her group. Alicia, you're with Leah and her group. Lisa, you're with the 'C' team. Michelle, you watch this window. "
Back for my Glock, night vision and the AR.
"Sarah, need you at the radio. Stay below the countertop."
Check out each window up here. They're setting up to fire at the windows downstairs? That make no sense unless they think the ones on the roof won't be noticed if firing is coming from below. Need to tell the girls.
"Girls, I'm in the hall. Expect to hear shooting downstairs soon. Someone may try to come through a window up here. If they do, shoot for knees and shoulders. Keep shooting until they stop trying to get in or trying to raise their weapon if they get in."
"You're scaring me, Daddy."
"It's OK to be a little scared, Amelia. These people got past the fence without tripping an alarm. Whoever they are, we don't want them inside the house. I've called the Colonel but don't know how long until they can get help here. You have multiple magazines for your weapons. Keep shooting until these people are stopped."
Need cameras that look up to the peak of the roof. The cameras looking down see just enough that shouldn't be there to define an armed person. Never thought I'd want Claymores on the roof but right now that sounds like an excellent idea…
BRAAAP! BRAAAP!
Automatic fire downstairs.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
I think that's Joe with a 12 gauge.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
That's from the bunkhouse. I'd guess Bill with the 30-06 I saw him bring in.
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
That's three trying to get in.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
That's the girls stopping the ones trying the windows.
"NO!"
Pop!Pop!Pop!Pop!Pop!Pop!Pop!Pop!Pop!Pop!
Pop!Pop!Pop!Pop!Pop!Pop!
I think the 'NO!' was Amelia yelling. I should go there.
"Amelia?"
"I shot him and he went down. Then he got up and I shot him again and he went down again. Then he got up and he had a knife and he grabbed for Paige and I shot him again and then got my pistol and shot him again and… and…"
"It's OK, Amelia. Paige is scared but he didn't hurt her."
"Is he dead?"
"He may wish he was when he wakes up, but he's just unconscious."
"Hold me, Daddy!"
"I will. I think you need some serious lap and shoulder time as soon as it's safe to go out."
"When will that be?"
"When the Colonel gets here with some troops and can do a perimeter sweep for others outside the fence and maybe tell us how these got inside."
"How much longer?"
"Up to an hour. You're stiff like concrete but you're trembling. I know you'll need a long time to wind down. I'll hold you. Let me reload your pistol. I think you'll feel safer."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Other armed kids. Tell me what you have when I call your name. Alicia?"
"Both knees. Both shoulders. Not sure about the other rounds."
"Lisa?"
"Charlie took his left side and I took his right side. Both shoulders. All the way down both legs."
"Michelle?"
"I thought I saw another one running across the roof. I might've hit him twice."
"I know you'll all need some lap and shoulder time. For now, that'll be whoever has a free lap. Joe and Sarah will be up here soon. Hazel and Bill when they get here from the bunkhouse. Amelia won't be letting go of me for a long time. I've mentioned before how wound up she gets just shooting things. This time she shot a person. Charlie understands the difference because she's been there. I think it may hit all of you in a little while."
"Did we get them all?"
"Lisa, you girls stopped the three that tried to get in the house. Michelle got at least one other on the roof. I can only guess that they were after the younger girls and the 'C' team because those are the rooms they entered. Grandpa Joe and Grandpa Bill were shooting at the people outside on the ground. I don't know how many of them they may have stopped. We'll look when we have eyes on the outside."
"I see lights on the road, Mister Jack."
{Jack. Two minutes.}
"And that's the Colonel on the radio. We'll let them check outside before we stick our noses out."
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{Jack, can you release the gate remotely?}
Done.
{Five minutes and have someone meet me at the door.}
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knock. knock.
"Jack, it's Tim. You need to see this."
"What do we have?"
"Black clothes. Black chutes. Oxygen tanks. HALO team. Two in the yard still alive. Looks like they went off the edge of the roof after being hit with small caliber rounds."
"Michelle said she thought she saw one run across the roof and that she might have hit him twice with the ten rounds she went through."
"She got two of them with one round each - in the dark of a first quarter moon. I'll be saying 'Ma'am' to these girls. What about the others?"
"I heard Joe's 12 gauge and what I think was Bill's 30-06 from the bunkhouse. There are three more upstairs where they came in through windows in the kids' rooms."
"Same clothing. Your girls are good. Shoulders and knees on all of them. What about this one? He looks like Swiss cheese."
"Amelia shot him and he went down. He got up and she shot him again. He got up, had a knife, grabbed for Paige and Amelia emptied the rifle into him then pulled her pistol and emptied it."
"I understand why she's wrapped around you and I know where you'll be the rest of the night. There's no insignia on the clothes but I'd guess German or French origin and probably UN related. I'll ask what NORAD might have seen overhead and send them pictures of what's left. With a note to be sure the pictures get to the UN. You want to interrogate the live ones?"
"Better if you go first, Tim. If I go first you only get to bury the pieces. Guess I should let Hazel and Bill know what happened. I'll stop by there on my way to the cabin."
"Go do what you need to. I'll leave a perimeter guard and we'll explore more thoroughly in the morning. I'll start the interrogation with a simple question and answer: 'You know the kids you were after? They did this to you.' Then give them the option of talking to me or facing the kids in daylight."
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knock. knock.
"Hazel, Bill. It's Jack."
"What the hell is going on, Jack? The tablet woke me with its 'Bleep!' and I grabbed the 30-06. Then I heard automatic weapons and saw people aiming at the house so I took out the ones I saw."
"A team parachuted in to either kill or capture some of the kids. They didn't know we had security or that the kids were armed. Five girls stopped five raiders upstairs. Three came in through windows. The other two were shot as they ran across the roof…"
"In near darkness? Damn, but they're good!"
"The girls that did the shooting need some lap and shoulder time. Go upstairs and find a child that needs you. Amelia is like concrete and I'll be a while getting her calmed down. The one that came in where she was on watch had a knife and grabbed for Paige. The Colonel's comment about that one was 'Swiss cheese'."
"I guess she does need time. If we'll be inside, you take the bunkhouse."
"No, I have a good idea of how long this will take. The kids you'll be calming will be back asleep long before Amelia lets go of me."
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"It's cold, Daddy."
"We're in the cabin, Amelia. I'll light the fire I laid in the stove the last time I was out here and we'll wrap up in the electric blanket to stay warm until the stove is hot."
"OK."
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Amelia?"
"Why were they here?"
"Perhaps they wanted to either kill or kidnap some of the younger girls and the 'C' team because those were the rooms they were in."
"Not the older girls?"
"We're not sure. Michelle shot two that were on the roof. The Colonel will interrogate them and the ones that came through the windows."
"He's not dead?"
"No, sweetie, he's not dead. You did a lot of mechanical damage so his arms and legs may not work well but he was alive when they left."
"I just wanted him to stop! I didn't wanna keep shooting him but he kept getting back up and then he tried to grab Paige!"
"I know that was scary. You were trying to protect the little ones and he just kept trying to hurt them."
"That doesn't sound as bad as just saying I shot him."
"Amelia, you didn't 'just shoot him'! You were trying to protect some kids who couldn't protect themselves. You shot him and he went down. If he'd stopped there, you wouldn't have shot him again because you'd have done all that was needed to protect the others if he couldn't get up. But he kept coming so you kept protecting them until you finally stopped him."
"Hold me?"
"For as long as you need. I think this might be better if I'm on the bed and you're on my shoulder."
"Un huh."
"Then let's move to the bed. Can you let go long enough for that?"
"You may hafta pry my hands loose. They're stiff."
"You've been holding on tightly for a long time. That's one hand. Now the other hand. Can you release me from your legs? OK. I'll put you in the chair and put the electric blanket on the bed. Now in bed for you. Can you walk that far?"
"Kinda stiff."
"You've been wound up as tight as concrete so I'm not surprised. I'll massage some of those stiff muscles."
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"Feels good, Daddy. Like you were untying knots."
"I think I may have been working with knots in this leg. Your head on my shoulder. I'll rub your back."
"Nice. Feel loved. Feel safe. Haven't felt this safe since you disappeared."
"I knew you needed time with me but not that it was this bad. You should have told me."
"Others needed you more until tonight."
"You have me for the night. Change to these jammies I brought out. And some for me. Back in bed with your head on my shoulder. I don't remember how long a load of wood lasts in this stove but I'll guess less than four hours. Put your clothes in the bed so they'll be warm in the morning."
Set my alarm but not 6:30 when the current time is 4:05. 8:00 unless there's another emergency or someone comes for us. She's already asleep and has a little smile.
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Friday, 10 December, 7:30AM
knock. knock.
"Jack, you awake?"
"I am now, Sarah."
"I thought you'd want to sleep late but the Colonel wants to talk with you. Said he'd be here in 30 minutes. We have an armed Humvee at the front gate and one at the road into the pasture. There are troops on foot around the fences."
"Let me wake Amelia and the both of us can get dressed. The load of wood in the stove lasted about four hours. I'll know that for next time."
"Hi, Amelia."
"Hi, Daddy! Nice wake up. Hi, Momma. You don't usually come out to wake Daddy."
"The Colonel wants to talk with him. He'll be here in 30 minutes. Aunt Hazel helped with making biscuits and the kids and the troops just keep talking about how good they are. Dad told the troops to come inside to eat in whatever size groups would be acceptable to the Colonel. They've been coming in four at a time. You two have time to eat before the Colonel gets here."
"I'm ready."
"Me too, Daddy."
"Sarah, I should have thought of this last night. What about the missing windows and the cold air coming in?"
"Dad sent a couple of the troops out with plywood, a battery-powered drill and some screws. It was all covered in 20 minutes. Dad thinks there are some replacement windows stored in the barn - part of an update that didn't get completed some years ago. He said he'd check after breakfast. At most, it'll take a few hours to replace the damaged windows. The replacement windows are all double-paned, so perhaps worthwhile to do wholesale replacement."
"Since we're heating with wood, definitely worthwhile to do any energy conservation. All of us will be happier to not have the drafts around most of the windows. I'm guessing there may be bullet holes in the walls as well. Bright spots on dark walls are probably obvious in daylight."
"Brick house, so they'll only be patching some of the trim around the windows."
"Very good. And I wasn't involved."
"Dad saw you with Amelia and ran interference for you about everything else. You were where you were needed."
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"These are yummy, Aunt Hazel!"
"I hoped you'd call me that, Amelia."
"I need to talk with you about some of the other kids."
"About having them call us Aunt Hazel and Uncle Bill? And us go around for goodnight kisses?"
"Un huh. How'd you know?"
"You're not the only loving, caring person in your family, Amelia. Celia and Paige both asked us this morning. We said yes and told the others it was their choice."
"They like having choices."
"Something else your sisters told us."
"I kinda like them."
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A message that requires no response.
{Be there in five minutes.}
I'll guess his troops have heard. Yes. The gate is being opened. A second vehicle? Now what? Meet him at the door.
"Come in. Tim."
"What smells so good, Jack?"
"Hazel's teaching the kids to make biscuits. The kids and your troops have been giving rave reviews. Here's coffee and a plate. There's an empty chair. I'll wave your driver in."
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"Ma'am, would you consider a permanent job as cook for my troops?"
"Thank you for the offer, Colonel, but I think I'd rather stay with the kids."
"Didn't think you'd accept but I can tell them that I asked. Jack, you and the others need to know. NORAD saw an unknown aircraft heading east at high altitude about the time you noticed people inside your perimeter. They scrambled some stealth fighters from Andrews and they went straight up. It was a German transport with a less-than-brave crew of a French pilot and co-pilot and they landed when instructed to do so. What I heard unofficially was they got a radio message to 'land or die' and one of the stealth fighters lowered his gear and lined up to land on top of them and take them out that way."
"I think most pilots would understand that threat. If the opposing pilot is willing to die to take them down, landing is a good option."
"The crew saw the pictures of the aftermath here and they have been very informative. The German chancellor was informed - with pictures - and their 'secret' base in Germany was bombed. The chancellor held a press conference about the 'unfortunate industrial accident' in that area. The French were also informed - with pictures - and warned that some of their most productive vineyards are now considered military targets and could be destroyed at any time. A small vineyard was hit with a napalm bomb as proof. Someone on their national news mentioned the 'serious drought' in that area and the fire started by 'lightning'."
"Colonel, are you sure Jack didn't set those conditions?"
"Definitely someone thinking as he does, Joe. The bodies will be returned with the bullets still in them. The injured will also be returned that way when we finish interrogating them. The one Amelia stopped remembered seeing 'a little girl' with a 'toy gun' but he didn't see the 'machine gun' that stopped him. I know being reminded of that is upsetting for you, Amelia, but you stopped an experienced soldier and left him wondering what happened. You did an excellent job of protecting the little ones you were with."
"'Protect' is what Daddy said. I didn't just shoot him. I was trying to stop him so he couldn't hurt Paige."
"Which is protecting the ones with you."
"Daddy, I need a hug!"
"More than a hug, Amelia?"
"No, just a hug - and maybe your lap for a little while."
"OK."
(I love you, shortstuff.)
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"Dawkins brought a truck with a small crane. That should make getting the solar panels in place easier."
"Excellent, Tim. Bill, do you want to direct them?"
"I have a sketch, Jack. I'll tell them to look it over while they finish off the biscuits."
"You are spoiling my troops, Jack, but there's a lot less bitching and moaning about the state of things than there was a month ago. All of you are here in less than optimum conditions for the current century but even with attacks from the outside, you're managing to survive and thrive and you occasionally treat them to what they consider gourmet food. I think there's a book in that: 'Care and Feeding of the Modern Army, Apocalypse Edition'."
"'Apocalypse', Daddy?"
"The end of the world, Amelia. I guess it has been the end of the world for you in many ways."
"Didn't you have a long word for that?"
"Yes, sweetie. It's TEOTWAWKI: The End of the World as We Know It. The world hasn't ended, but parts of civilization aren't working very well and I don't know when they'll recover."
"Like electricity and gasoline?"
"And having GG-183 under control so people aren't afraid to be in contact with other people. And that includes many things. From new sneakers that were made in China to potatoes grown in Idaho to onions grown in Georgia."
"But we need electricity first."
"Yes, smart girl. Having electricity makes many other things possible. Any prospects on that, Tim?"
"There've been rumors of malware in the chips that run the SCADA systems that control generating plants of all types. Many of the chips were made in China or elsewhere in Asia and there's a strong possibility they all could have modified firmware that would respond to a coded command to shut down or they could have been configured to shut down at a specific date and time. Restarting them would take another coded command - if power and communications were up for that command to get through - which isn't possible. If last US-based SCADA chip manufacturer hasn't demolished the plant they closed a couple of years ago, getting power to that one plant could get known-good chips in production in a matter of months - maybe less. But that's a chicken-and-egg problem. You need power to make the chips that control the plants that make power."
"How much power would a plant like that need to get a small production line started?"
"Maybe a megawatt or two."
"What's the capacity of the military's biggest transportable generator?"
"Around 750KW."
"Are all the military generators working?"
"As far as I know."
"Then move two or three of the 750KW units and some fuel to the plant parking lot and make chips. If they're near navigable water, park a nuclear aircraft carrier or sub near the plant and use its generators."
"Damn, Jack. Even your logic is scary. I'm not sure what they're paying the head of FEMA but you just earned his salary. I need to get this on a secure channel and ensure that due credit is given. Thanks for the food and the ideas."
"So you just knocked years off the time to restore power, Mr. Wilson?"
"At least a little time, Mrs. Wilson. If they can implement the idea."
"I'm sure someone will ask you if they have questions."
"Mister Jack, do I get time with you today?"
"Yes, Lexi. There are clothes that will fit you in the cabin. I took them out for Amelia but she didn't need them so I left them there. Get your jacket."
"Yes, Mister Jack. It's zipped."
"Sarah, if we're not back for lunch come check on us. I might be asleep."
"Between the night's excitement and Amelia's need to unwind, I'm sure you were up past 4. I'll check when lunch is ready."
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"Aunt Hazel, here's the box of patterns from Dad's attic and I found another box of much older patterns in the attic here. I also found what has to be flour sack cloth from the patterns printed on it."
"You're right about the flour sacks, Sarah. My grandmother had a dress made of cloth with that pattern. As she made all her clothes and most of her kids' clothes, I'm sure she used some cloth from a flour sack of that same period."
"Do you see a pattern that would work for maternity clothes?"
"You're pregnant?"
"No. One of the girls is so we need something in a very small size."
"There's a simple dress pattern in a size zero. One of Ezra's sisters was tiny so maybe it was hers. There are adult size 8 patterns for a maternity dress and pants. I think I can adapt the maternity portion of those to a smaller size. Which girl?"
"That I won't say until she decides to tell the others. Jack and I know because she needed some healing and I discovered it. She didn't know until we told her. I think she'll need several more sessions with Jack before she'll be able to share that bit of information. I could say that it doesn't matter because the oldest girls are so close in size."
"Rather what I expected you to say, Sarah. I'd guess that a couple of the more aware girls know - not much gets past some of them. I'd also guess that they'd not tell me either."
"Your guesses could be correct. They're all very quiet about minimally shared things until the girl involved is ready to share with all."
"Which means that these kids have an excellent support system. You and Jack just keep on doing what you've been doing. Meanwhile, find out that girl's favorite colors and whether she likes any of the patterned cloth and I'll start modifying a pattern."
"I think I'll get all of them to look through the patterns for girls' clothes and the available material and see what they might want to make when they learn how to sew."
"Sneaky, but they'll probably love another opportunity to be creative."
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"Lexi, unbutton your shirt."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
"Raise this arm."
"OK."
"Tell me about this 'Rocking W' brand."
She may not be able to tell me until after her trip to the throne. She's sobbing harder and getting louder. We have hiccups and it's time to move. Gather her hair and just in time. She's heaving. Don't think she could hear me over the noises she's making: sobs plus wails plus retching. Poor baby. Hope this doesn't affect your baby.
(I love you, Lexi.)
She's slowing down. Now it's just dry heaves. A few minutes more. She's done. Wipe her face. Keep her awake for the water drill. In bed on my shoulder. Set my alarm. It's cooling off without the fire so pull up both blankets.
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Friday, 10 December, 10:50AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Now to wake Lexi and get her to talk to me.
"Hi, Lexi."
"Nice wake up, Daddy. You're gonna ask about the brand, aren't you?"
"I'm even more interested in having you talk about it now."
"It's the 'baby whore' brand. Lowercase 'w' and on a rocker like a cradle. It was something 'Grace' did to know how old we were. Under ten got this. Under six got 'lw' for 'little baby whore'. He planned on keeping all of us until we were pregnant with girls so he could find the perfect wife for a Pope."
She's in tears again but not the body-shaking sobs that led to the throne. Not sure how she got out of his clutches - except for her fighting them, which probably never stopped. I'm glad you were so strong, little mother. That strength and stubbornness likely got you away from him. I'll ask about that another time. I think you've had enough upset for one day. You're already asleep on my shoulder? That's good. We can have lunch with the others and you'll even have time to wash the tear streaks away. Can't do much about your hair. Need comb and brush and maybe a few other things out here. I should lay another fire before we leave. The 'C' team needs time today.
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"Hi, Lexi."
"Hi, Daddy. I know. Not yet. But that's how you treat me."
"Wash your face. You might want to get the tear streaks off."
"What about my hair?"
"I was thinking about that while you were asleep. We should have a brush, a comb and maybe some other things that stay out here. While you wash, I'll clean out the ashes and lay the next fire in the stove. If I get back out here today, whoever is with me will want some heat."
"Un huh!"
"Ready to go eat?"
"Yes, Da… Mister Jack. Is there any way to remove a brand?"
"Maybe with plastic surgery. But that's not available with the power off. Perhaps you'll be a musician and it'll stand for 'Wild Rocker'?"
"You're silly, but you make me think. If I can't get it off, I can keep it covered most of the time."
"It won't be long until it will be covered, Lexi."
"How?"
"Where would a bra be?"
"I don't need a bra."
"Yet. Remember that your body will change in response to you being pregnant."
"I'll go from looking nine to looking fifteen?"
"That depends on how your body responds to all the hormone changes - none of which we can predict accurately - but I think it's safe to say there's a bra in your near future."
"I guess you're right - and the side of the bra would cover the brand. Anybody I took my bra off for would understand or I wouldn't be undressing."
"Just be aware of how small your bikini top is when you go swimming."
"Yeah. Some of them don't cover much. We get to swim here?"
"In the summer, when it's warm enough. There's a swimming area roped off in the pond in the pasture."
"Summer's a long time away."
"True, but it's the only answer I have."
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'Lexi looks better.'
'I got her to tell me about something she'd made a point of avoiding.'
'Sounds like a "later" conversation.'
'After they're all asleep.'
"You two still at it?"
"I answered that one before, Miss Alexandra Moore. Today I get your ribs."
"No! Let me go!"
"You didn't jerk or grunt when I hugged you earlier, so both sides are fair game today."
"No! Gotta pee!"
"Go. But the sound better convince me or you get double tickles."
'I think she misses her Daddy or whoever she did this with - apparently doing it frequently.'
'I agree. There are some "little things" that I want to ask about, including the tickle game. Another day. She's smiling now and that's always a good stopping point."
"Did I 'sound' OK?"
"Maybe. I think you could have held it for at least five minutes of tickling. Next time I'll check my watch and start tickling and we'll know for certain."
"What if I can't hold it?"
"You'll get to explain to Sammy and the others why you wet your pants."
"Sammy? He's a boy!"
"So am I. You'd also be explaining to me."
"But you'd know why. You'd have made me do it."
"No. You'd have failed to convince me that you couldn't hold it. You could just say 'Wait' and go pee."
"But then we couldn't play the ga… Oops! I'm not supposed to tell!"
"Come here for a hug. We won't tell anyone about the game you played. You need another lap and shoulder session in the cabin?"
"You read me so good! Now?"
"No. The 'C' team is next. After their session, I'll decide who needs me next. Most of the time we won't do two sessions in the same day, except for the shooters who could get more than one session in a day but they could be shooting more than once a day."
"OK. I'll wait. You take good care of us."
'Probably Daddy and probably frequently.'
'I may be spending a long time with her that session.'
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"Our turn now, Mister Jack?"
"I think the 'C' team might want lunch before they go, Crissy."
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Friday, 10 December, 12:50PM
"Now that you've finished lunch, I need to see Michelle and then Shannon before I take the 'C' team out."
"You wanted me, Daddy?"
"Get your jacket, Michelle. I need to ask you something."
"I did something bad?"
"No, Michelle. You didn't do anything bad. I need some information about something that happened to someone else."
"OK."
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"Did you tell Shannon about Melody?"
"I wanted to but didn't how to tell someone that her Daddy had killed her sister."
"Shannon needs to know. I'll bring her out here and tell her. While Shannon and I are out here, you tell Sammy that Shannon needs extra attention today and maybe some lap time. Don't tell him why. Let her share that. It will help her deal with it if she has to think about how to tell Sammy."
"You're so smart, Daddy!"
"Some of my girls' smarts rub off on me every time they hug me. You want to try to light the fire in the pot bellied stove?"
"We're staying out here?"
"No, but I expect Shannon to need more than five minutes and the 'C' team will be out here after that."
"Damper open. Air inlets open. Open the door and light the paper under the kindling. Wait for the kindling to catch. Close the door. You'll adjust the damper and the air inlets when you get back out here and see how warm it is."
"Very good. If I were a Girl Scout Leader, you'd have your badge for 'Lighting a Fire in a Pot Bellied Stove'."
"You're silly but it's fun to be with you. I think Shannon went upstairs for a nap."
"I'll wake her."
"We all like your wake ups."
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"Hi, Shannon."
"Nice wake up, Daddy! You look serious. Do I do something bad?"
"No, sweetie, you didn't do anything bad. I need to tell you something and we'll go to the cabin."
"It's not something good."
"You are correct. I'll tell you more when we're outside. Get your jacket and zip it."
"Yes, Daddy. Hold my hand?"
"Of course."
"It's warm in here."
"I came out earlier and let Michelle demonstrate lighting the stove. This is the only stove of this type that we use on a regular basis."
"Is this something about Melody?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I used to kinda know she was still there but I don't feel that any more."
"I'm sorry, Shannon. Your feeling is right. Michelle told me why she came here. Her Daddy and your and Melody's Daddy tried to make Melody come here and do things to hurt us. She wouldn't do it and they killed her."
"Hold me?"
"As long as you need me to."
"She knew I was here and wouldn't come hurt me?"
"I think that's how it was. She loved you very much."
"I wanted to see her again and now I won't ever get to!"
"Just remember how much she loved you. That's a very special relationship."
"I need a lap but you can't hold me all day."
"Why don't you ask Sammy?"
"But he'll wanna know why."
"Maybe. Maybe you should try telling him about Melody and how much you loved her."
"I can do that."
"Maybe you should also tell him what happened to her."
"He is a good listener."
"If you need more lap time after you talk with Sammy, ask Sarah or Grandpa Joe."
"OK."
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"Lisa, where's Sammy?"
"I think he's reading in his room, Shannon."
"OK."
"Sammy?"
"Yes, Shannon?"
"Can I sit in your lap?"
"You need some snuggle time?"
"Un huh."
"Tell me about it?"
"Daddy told me what happened to my sister Melody …"
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"Jack, are you going to tell the 'C' team that they are family?"
"Sarah, I plan to ask some leading questions."
"About Hazel's brother?"
"Yes. I think they'll enjoy finding the connection."
"They won't get a regular lap and shoulder session today?"
"I honestly don't know. Sometimes good news triggers old hurts - remember Lisa when Sammy got his 'date'? I don't yet know enough about this group's backgrounds to even guess."
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Friday, 10 December, 2:40PM
"'C' team. Remember a change of clothes for each of you."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
"Jackets on and zipped."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
"It's warm in here!"
"I had Michelle practice lighting a fire in this stove earlier. She got practice and you get a warm place to talk."
"Amelia said something the other day about us being voted on. Can we do that soon?"
"I have some questions for you, Crissy."
"OK. Anything to be family."
"You all know Amelia's Grandpa Joe…"
"He's nice."
"He reads bedtime stories when you're not there."
"And does goodnight and wake up kisses."
"Does he have a sister?"
"Un huh. Grandma Hazel."
"Correct, Cyndy."
"If Grandma's family to him and he's family to Amelia then we're family to Amelia. We don't gotta be voted on! We're already family!"
"Very good, Charlie."
"Why didn't you tell us, Mister Jack?"
"Crissy, maybe I wanted you to think about things and figure it out? They've only been here one day and I didn't think it would be a big deal to let you think a little."
"Can we call you 'Daddy'?"
"Why don't you ask your Grandma Hazel and Grandpa Bill about it, Cyndy? Do you also want Sarah and me to adopt you or do you want to live in the bunkhouse with your grandparents?"
"You ask hard questions."
"Only because I think you're smart enough to find good answers, Charlie."
"Do we tell the others?"
"First, you talk with Hazel and Bill. Then tell me what they would like for you to do. At supper, I'll explain it to everyone. I want you to think about something."
"Yes?"
"How will Lexi feel when she's the only one who's not family or adopted?"
"Didn't she say something about you being blue?"
"She did, Charlie."
"She might be family. Does she know all her aunts and uncles and grandparents and stuff?"
"Crissy, if she doesn't, her Uncle Tim might."
"You already thought of that! You're just doing this to make us think."
"That's possible, Charlie."
"That's for real! You're gonna tell her at supper when you tell about us?"
"Do you think you can keep the secret for a couple of hours?"
"Just that long will be hard. I'm glad you didn't tell us yesterday and we woulda had a whole day to try and keep it secret!"
"You need lap and shoulder time now or has that been put off until tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow, Daddy."
"You don't yet know about that, Charlie."
"Just testing how it feels to say it. It's like in 'The Three Bears'. It's 'just right'."
"I'll close the damper most of the way so there'll be a little warmth out here if anyone decides they need time later."
"You're smart, Daddy. Just testing."
"Get your jackets and I'll take these 'testers' back to the house."
"You're fun, Daddy."
"You, too, Cyndy?"
"You said we were testers. So I tested."
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Bee-doop!
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{Jack. Things you mentioned earlier today are underway. Authorized at the highest level. My contact asked if you'd take the new Cabinet position of "Someone Who Knows What He's Doing". Hope you have room to store some more things. The members of Congress didn't go to their shelter so it's being stripped of supplies for use elsewhere. Somewhat nicer stuff than most people have as LTS foods. There's at least one semi headed your way - something about "productive people need to be fed". Some ex-FEMA people are looking for jobs as of an hour ago. Also some convenience things in the load - solar tubes for lighting - and I'm not sure what else. Dawkins said the inventory list attached to the email is "pages" long and he just mentioned the things that caught his eye. See you when it gets here.}
I like the originator's sense of humor. I'm sure all these things have been done by one or more of the current President's "non-partisan advisors" - the people brought in when he, his party-line advisors and his "carefully hand picked" Cabinet proved to be too ignorant and/or too incompetent to keep the Ship of State from sinking. Of course, the argument for bringing the others in was "more diversity at all levels and in all areas of government". Right! Their words to cover his ass. He's not that capable or creative. .I'll take any supplies they offer. Daytime lighting without power or fuel will be good. Will there be enough solar tubes to also do the bedrooms? Do we want to do the bedrooms? I should talk with Sarah. Bunkhouse? Ask Hazel and Bill. Cabin? If there are enough. One would light up most of it.
"Sarah?"
"Yes, Jack?"
"Would you like daytime lighting that required neither power nor fuel?"
"Dream on, Jack."
"Not dreaming. It can be done with the solar tubes that mount on the roof and catch sunlight - or daylight - and channel it down inside a room."
"And where would we find those?"
"In the load of stuff that's coming. Tim passed my suggestions for getting the SCADA chip plant running on military-provided power up the chain of command and it's being implemented. There's a semi of food and other things coming our way - a comment from up the line was 'productive people should be fed'. There are also some ex-FEMA people looking for work now."
"Sounds like the ex-FEMA people might be forced into doing something to contribute to the economy instead of taking from it."
"Talk with the other adults about the solar tubes. Would you want that type light in the bedrooms? I'm sure there is some type of brightness control but we have kids who still take naps. Would Bill and Hazel want it in the bunkhouse? If there are enough tubes, the cabin can certainly use one. The one window out there makes for a dark space during the day."
"I'll ask. You weren't out long with the 'C' team but they all came in smiling. What's that about?"
"I asked them who Grandpa Joe's sister was."
"Then they worked out the relationships and know they're family. When do you tell the others?"
"At supper."
"What about Lexi?"
"She sees auras. Strong possibility that she's related to some of the kids. I'll ask her about more distant family when we're at the cabin. I'll also ask Tim what he knows of the family lineage."
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PreSel 407
{This is Jack Wilson. Is the Colonel available for a question about Lexi?}
{I am for anything about Lexi, Jack. What do you need?}
{Do you have a family tree chart? Just a text listing is fine. I need to check her lineage to answer a question that came up.}
{Dawkins says there are ports on the back of the radio for USB connections. If you can provide a thumb drive or a printer, he'll scan what I have and send it to you, either direct to the printer or PDF format for the thumb drive. It'll take ten minutes to get the documents here from my quarters.}
{I can have a thumb drive connected in that time. Send it in PDF format. If I need paper copies of any of it, I can print selected pages here. If you have an electronic copy in a standard genealogy format, send that.}
{Data coming your way in ten minutes. About 30 pages.}
{Thanks, Tim.}
Get the thumb drive that's currently in the laptop on the desk. Plug it in the port marked 'USB Memory'. It flickers to life and the radio's display shows '3GB free' in the top right corner. The 'Data' light is flashing so we have information flowing. I guess it will tell me when it's finished. Need to check this before I take Lexi out for the one-on-one session. I would like to have some positive news about her at supper. Fire up my laptop so I can read what's delivered. I have a couple of family tree programs that can import most genealogy data formats, but Tim said 'documents'. Best resign myself to working with a PDF and printing a few pages if needed for explanations.
Bee-doop!
Same 'message received' notification as 'voicemail'. Display shows '2GB free'. How much did he send? Press the 'Disconnect USB' button. The display has 'No Drive' in the top right corner. Move the thumb drive to the laptop and see what's on it. Some '.ged' files? Very good. The universal genealogy data format is always readable, even by humans. Some '.paf' files? Even better. The free 'Personal Ancestral File' software from the LDS isn't pretty but it's very functional over multiple versions of Windows. Let's open 'morganstern.paf' and look for Alexandra. Select her and do 'Pedigree'. One great-great-grandmother is a McKenzie. Open the 'pope.paf' that we compiled for Sarah's family. Select Amelia and do 'Pedigree'. Same great-great-grandmother. Lexi is a distant cousin to Amelia and her sisters - I think that's third cousin but I do have a chart I can check later. Thank you, Tim - or whoever - for doing the research and compiling the data. You have no idea that you've contributed to making a little girl very happy. I will print these two Pedigree sheets. First to convince Lexi. Then to convince the others, if needed. Lexi needs to talk more about the 'branding' and other things. She also needs to tell me about who she played the 'game' with and what things the 'game' may have included.
"Charlie?"
"Yes. Mister Jack?"
"I have some questions you might be able to answer. Get your jacket and come with me."
"OK."
"It's almost warm in here."
"I left the damper partly closed so the fire would burn slowly. Tell me about Grandpa Bill."
"He's gentle and caring like you."
"You want to live in the bunkhouse with Grandma Hazel and Grandpa Bill?"
"No. We wanna be adopted and live with you and Momma. We can still visit Grandma and Grandpa and even spend the night sometimes but I wanna be your kid."
"We'll talk more after we share your connection at supper."
"What about Lexi?"
"The Colonel had some family tree information…"
"And your smile tells me Lexi is family to somebody!"
"You'll get to hear about it at supper, Charlie."
"What were that hug and kiss for, Charlie?"
"Working so hard to make all of us happy. You are the best Daddy ever."
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Friday, 10 December, 3:40PM
"Lexi, get your jacket."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
"It's almost warm in here."
"I closed the damper partway earlier so the fire would last longer, even if it wasn't cozy warm in here."
"You wanna know about the 'game'."
"Correct. All the things you did and who you did it with. I can tell by your expression that you don't want to talk about it, but that usually means that you need to talk it out."
"You read me too good. I don't wanna talk about it. I promised I wouldn't tell."
"Who did you promise?"
"My Daddy."
"Tell me more."
"Well, we …"
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She told me much and we have the tears I expected. No body-shaking sobs, just an occasional wail that gets louder than her 'boo-hoo' sounds. That pretty face is scrunched up in an expression of pain and probably several other things. Well, the side that isn't green and purple is a pretty face. The other side will be when those colors finally fade. Sarah said she did the majority of the healing but left some of the bruising to heal normally because so much was done to repair Lexi's face. She's slowing down. Asleep? No, she's sitting back and looking at me.
"I wanna be part of the family but I'd hafta be voted in. I don't know if anyone else would want a pregnant girl around them."
"I want you to look at something I found today."
"That's me and Momma and Daddy and Grandma and Grandpa and a bunch more people."
"That's your family tree. Do you remember Grandpa Joe's last name?"
"Mac-something?"
"Look at these names."
"McKenzie?"
"Now look at Amelia's family tree."
"He's McKenzie. So's she and this one is … and this is the same name! We're family?"
"Yes. You and Amelia have the same great-great-grandmother. That makes you third cousins."
"Will you and Miss Sarah adopt me?"
"We need to talk about that with Sarah and with your Uncle Tim. If things were what we called 'normal' a few months ago, I think he'd want to take you in and take care of you. He loves you very much."
"I know. But he can't do that now so I need a family to take care of me and Jackie until he can - but he might not be able to until I'm all grown up."
"You need a hug."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Get your shoes on. We'll go back inside. I think you might be able to keep this secret until supper without exploding."
"You're silly!"
"But you're smiling."
"You're good at that." ---
Friday, 10 December, 5:05PM
'You told Lexi?'
'Yes, Sarah. She wants us to adopt her. So does the 'C' team, at least in Charlie's opinion.'
"You two at it again?"
"Yes, Miss Alexandra Moore. That's twice today and this time I get your ribs on both sides and that place just above your knee and under your arms…"
"Wait while I pee so I don't leak."
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"I'm ready."
"And I know all the best places to tickle you!"
"Not my knee! Or my ribs! Not my feet!"
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"Time to stop, Lexi. You can't breathe."
"Yes, Da… Mister Jack."
"Go see if your help is needed in the kitchen. I heard doors and drawers being opened and closed. That usually means some type of food preparation is in progress."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
"Real, genuine girlish laughter and squeals. Excellent progress, Dr. Wilson."
"Thank you, Nurse Wilson. We have more to get to that point: Sherry and maybe some of the 'C' team. There may be others but I need to make a list of who I think is OK and who needs more time."
"You told Shannon about Melody when you took her out? She seems to be attached to Sammy since she came back in."
"She said she needed more lap time but that I couldn't hold her all day. I love it when the kids see things in a broad perspective. I suggested Sammy for the lap and that she tell him about it."
"Seems to be working."
"I thought I saw Dawkins and the crane truck. They've been getting the solar panels in place today?"
"All except the system you had at the apartment. I told him you might want that for the cabin but to not work there while you were in it. They went that way when you came in with Lexi."
"That one's small enough that they should be done in less than an hour. Nice to have the proper equipment to do that installation. I can assume that Hazel has the kitchen crew under control?"
"Crissy said she loved to cook with her Grandma Hazel because she always learned at least two ways to do things. A modern way and an old-fashioned way. I think Maddie and Amelia will be right with her on learning 'how to'."
"Alicia, too. She doesn't say as much about it so she may not seem as excited, but she is always in line to learn."
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Friday, 10 December, 6:30PM
"Mister Jack, Grandma Hazel said to come eat."
"Thank you, Crissy. I guess she does have them fully involved, Sarah. Neither of us helped at all with this meal."
"Nice change, but I don't expect it to repeat often."
"Burritos, Hazel?"
"I heard about 'not quite a burrito' from a couple of the kids when I asked what they liked to eat. I went through the food inventory and then sent Joe and Bill to collect things for me. It's a little closer to the original on some things and more like your creative ideas for others. I did have to threaten a couple with American cheese on crackers instead if they didn't stop trying to filch one while they were loading plates."
"I might know someone that 'filch' would apply to. The one with the guilty look. But I won't mention her name. Yet. Hazel, we didn't bring you here to be chief cook and bottle washer."
"Jack, I love teaching kids about cooking! Having this many kids to work with is a real treat for me. I'm happy. They're learning and happy. You have food prepared for you. Hush and let me enjoy these kids that are mostly mine."
"Yes, Ma'am. Charlie, are you going to explode if you hold it in any longer?"
"I might!"
"Then tell them."
"Mister Jack made us think about the people here and how they're related. Grandpa Joe is grandfather to Amelia, Celia and Paige. Grandma Hazel is grandmother to me and Crissy and Cyndy. They're brother and sister so we're family to Amelia!"
"Thank you, Charlie. We have one more thing to be shared. Lexi?"
"Mister Jack got a family tree from Uncle Tim. I have a great-great-grandmother who's a McKenzie. He also did a chart for Amelia. She has the same great-great-grandmother. I'm family to Amelia, Celia and Paige."
"I think we might be almost finished with extra time for most of the newest kids. Maybe three more days. Today is Friday. Three days would be Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Plan on starting the one-on-one schedule on Tuesday. The first week will be a little different but I explained that before."
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"Kids, we have now have enough power to have a movie night once or twice a week, even with the reduced sunshine hours of winter. I want you to vote on having a movie or the next book tonight. This is a 'raise your hand' vote and majority wins. Next book? I have that count. Hands down. Movie? I have that count. Hands down. The next book won. Get your jammies. Brush. Floss. Then to the big bed and remember how you made space for everyone before."
"How'd you do that, Jack? Kids who haven't had a movie in a long time voted for a book?"
"It's not hard, Hazel. You get a series of books that they can see themselves in, preferably with a cliff-hanger at the end of each book. Then you tell them to think up ways to get the hero out of that situation and have them share their ideas the next night."
"Not hard to understand when you explain it. I guess they do want to know how it comes out and whether their ideas would have worked. Much more interesting than a lot of what passed for entertainment before."
"I'm almost positive that Amelia asked you today, so are you part of the hug and kiss brigade tonight?"
"Both of us, for any that ask. I'm still a bit in awe of a child who's so aware of other kids' feelings and needs, even more so that Celia and Paige also asked. I'd claim any or all of them even if she had six legs and purple skin with green polka dots."
"I rather like them."
"And they feel the same about you, Jack. Do all the kids see your aura?"
"Many do. The others just respond to getting the type of love they need, when they need it. One even included being punished as getting the love she needed."
"The way they come by for the little touches tells me that not getting time with you is a kind of punishment."
"Not one that I use intentionally. Joe has done goodnight kisses and gentle wake ups when I'm not available so they'll have some consistency in the beginning and end of each day."
"From what Sarah has told me in general terms, you've worked some miracles with these kids. I'd expect all types of bad or rebellious behavior or isolation from others but they get along better than the Waltons."
"Aunt Hazel, one of the kids probably described how it works better than I ever could have. That girl said that Jack loved them so much it just ran over and they shared it with each other."
"This from a nine year old, Sarah?"
"Yes. Sometimes we don't pay enough attention to what the kids say. I'm very glad I was paying attention that time."
"I can't think of any better lubricant to reduce friction between people."
"My audience is waiting for me to read."
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"So did anyone guess how he'd get safe last week?"
"Rachel and Lexi both had part of it. They did good."
"Yes, they did. Go pee, youngest last. Then to bed. We'll come by for hugs and kisses. You may have more than one."
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"A lot more giggling and carrying on than usual tonight."
"I expected that with the extra opportunities for hugs and kisses, Sarah, which is why they went from supper to jammies to story to bed. They started early and will likely be asleep at the usual time when they run down."
"They don't have clocks in their bedrooms, Jack."
"We just don't have enough windup clocks, Hazel. Even if we did, someone might forget to wind them."
"They get caught up in the usual routine and don't think to ask about the time. In the morning they'll wake up rested in spite of the change in routine. You do plan ahead, Jack."
"Part of staying alive when I was an active SEAL. Now it's a long-standing habit."
"Thank you for inviting us here, Jack. We've seen the grandkids so few times because of the distance and I think Sarah's girls maybe only once when Paige was a baby. Now I'm surrounded by lovable kids but have the option of escaping to the bunkhouse if more than a dozen kids becomes too much. It hasn't been too much yet, but they will eventually become teenagers."
"If they keep their basic loving, caring natures, we might still like them when they're teenagers."
"I guess that's possible."
---
Friday, 10 December, 10:20PM
"Sarah, we need to check where the battery charge levels are tomorrow and see what things we might be able to start using again on a regular basis. We did almost triple the solar panel capacity and I think the battery capacity went up more than that. I should check the battery logs and see exactly what we have. It's OK if we don't use all the capacity. We will have snow some days this winter and clouds mean no sun and thus no power into the batteries. Snow on the panels means no power into the batteries until the panels are cleaned."
"I'm not looking forward to snow, Jack."
"We will be shovelling walkways and at least some of the area around the buildings. The county won't be plowing any local roads until fuel and drivers are available again so we should plan on being snowed in for weeks. I'm wondering if we should use a tractor to clear the paths for getting to outside chores or if it would be better to save the fuel for farming."
"Save it unless the snow's too deep to move with shovels. The little tractor could push snow off one side of the drive on the way out and off the other side on the way back. If the tractor is parked in the barn, you could come by the chicken house and horse barn on your way to and from the house and the kids would be able to get out and do chores until it snowed enough to justify plowing again."
"Bedtime, Mrs. Wilson. You gave a promise that I want to collect on. Just please don't wake the kids."
"If I wake them, Mr. Wilson, it will be your fault."
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:18:07 GMT -6
Saturday, 11 December, 6:10AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Sarah's still asleep. I know she hears mental comments but will a mental 'I love you' make her smile or wake her up.
(I love you, Sarah.)
We have a smile. She's stirring?
"Good morning, Mr. Wilson. Interesting wake up. It was nice, but I think I prefer physical contact."
"It's never wakened any of the girls I've tried it on. I didn't know how you would respond. I should try that this morning on all the kids I haven't yet tested for being a 'mental receiver'."
---
"They're all smiling and giggling, Jack. What were your results?"
"The kids who don't see auras hear me when I use their name, including Sammy. I got smiles from them. Rachel woke up and said 'I love you, too'. None of the others said anything but they might be keeping it private until they find out whether they're a little crazy. That could be some of the giggling. The ones who see auras all smiled and about half of them were awakened by it. All got their morning kiss or hug. I'll make a list of who was affected in what manner and see what conclusions I can make. I should make time for Rachel to tell me what she 'heard'."
Bee-doop!
What's going on this early? Get dressed for the day and go press the 'Message' button. Hazel is already in the kitchen? Guess she's serious about cooking with the kids.
"Good morning, Hazel."
"The odd sound was from that radio?"
"That sound tells me someone has left a voice message or sent some data that I should check. This time, the 'Message' light is flashing so I have the military equivalent of voicemail."
{Jack, the semi for you is expected at my location around 1400. I think they must be carrying their own fuel and have tag team drivers who are driving straight through. I'll notify you when they're 30 minutes out. You have the option of keeping the trailer for storage if needed. It's a 53 footer so you can plan space for it.}
"You have more things coming, Jack?"
"Yes, Hazel. Some higher end LTS foods. Some solar tubes for lighting. Would you and Bill want one in the bunkhouse?"
"We had those in Montana. I'll definitely take one. Maybe two to have one for the bathroom."
"I don't know how many we're getting as I haven't seen the inventory sheets but I was told there are 'pages' of it. We'll see what we have as we go through the trailer. I do have the option of keeping the trailer for storage. It's weather resistant storage for whatever is in it until we get it unloaded and some things might be fine if left there until needed. I think backing it up to the barn doors so we can move things under cover until we get it all organized might be the easiest way to handle that much stuff."
"I guess you could make aisles in the trailer once you have about half the contents out. Maybe organize by type of item and alphabetically within each type? Brushes before combs. Shampoo before soap. That sort of thing."
"I think I may have found my Supply Sergeant, Hazel."
"I organized things that way at home. The few visitors we had understood it pretty quickly so I thought it might work for the kids."
"Early on, we had food stored in metal trash cans with numbers on them so we could tell the little ones to look for oatmeal in can number 3."
"Even Rachel?"
"She knows her numbers and recognizes some words. Same for Paige. If one of them can get something from a can in the basement, an adult who's cooking doesn't need to stop and move everything off the stove to go get that thing."
"I see another reason these kids want to be with you. You treat them as intelligent people and have them doing whatever they're capable of."
"Maybe I'm lazy?"
"Maybe you know how to make them feel good about themselves."
"Any hints about breakfast?"
"Just that I'm combining one of my breakfast recipes with one of yours."
"Sounds good to me. I'll tell the kids to hurry down if they want to help."
---
"This is yummy, Aunt Hazel. What do you call it?"
"Amelia, it's the H and J breakfast casserole."
"H and J?"
"One of Hazel's recipes combined with one of Jack's recipes."
"Do it again tomorrow, Grandma?"
"No, Cyndy. I have an idea for something else tomorrow. You'll also get to help with it."
"I love helping!"
"Me, too!"
"Kids, we have a trailer of things coming after lunch…"
"Where from, Daddy?"
"Alicia, I made suggestions for some things that might get the power back on sooner. Some very important people think there should be rewards for good ideas so we'll be getting some foods that we don't have and some useful things for the house and bunkhouse."
"What kinda things, Mister Jack?"
"A device called a 'solar tube' that can bring in sunlight or daylight and light a room with it, Charlie. You'll get to see it when we unload the trailer. I don't know all that's in the trailer so I can't tell you exactly what's coming. We will get a list when they get here. I'm pretty sure there will be things the bigger kids can do to help unload. I won't know how things are packaged until we get in the trailer and look so I won't know how much the younger kids can help until then."
"So we'll be unloading the trailer and not getting time with you?"
"That depends on whether the Colonel sends some people to help us, Crissy. He didn't mention people in the message that he left earlier, just that he'd call when they were 30 minutes away. If he's coming, do you think he might be bringing someone to help unload?"
"Maybe."
---
"Jack, do you know how tall the trailer is?"
"No, Bill. Just that it's 53 feet long."
"You'll need to know so you can open the trailer doors before you back it up if it's taller than the barn door opening."
"And we'd need to have horizontal clearance to get things down if the trailer is packed to the roof. Need to measure the height of the barn door opening before they get here and the trailer before backing it in place."
"You have an adequate tape measure?"
"One inch wide, 25 foot long steel tape in the left drawer of the workbench in the barn."
"That will work nicely."
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"The door openings are 15 feet, 7 inches high at each end of the barn, Jack, and each door is 10 feet wide. The wall-to-wall space is 23 feet so plenty wide inside for two trailers. The barn is 49 feet long, so most of the trailer could probably be inside the barn. I've seen fifteen foot tall trailers in Alaska but the limit without a permit is 13 feet 6 inches East of the Mississippi River and mostly 14 feet 6 inches West of the river.. Do you think there's room for them to back it in the far door of the barn? The trailer would be hidden from the road that way."
"Inside the barn is a good idea, Bill. I'll ask the driver. Maybe they could pull through from this side and disconnect the trailer, leaving room to open the trailer doors with the barn doors closed? That wouldn't require as much room for maneuvering as backing it in. We have a semi so Joe could move the trailer later if we needed to."
"Even better, Jack."
"Sarah, I'll go light the fire I laid in the pot bellied stove in the cabin yesterday. I'll take someone out with me when it warms up a little out there."
"You don't know who?"
"Still thinking about it. I know Lexi needs more time about a couple of things. I think Sherry and the 'C' team need some 'Anything else?' time. Going now would give whoever I take two hours before lunch. An hour to talk and an hour for a nap, if needed. I'll decide when I get back in. It's not likely that I'll get to all of them today unless the unloading goes very fast."
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"Sarah, I'll take Sherry. My gut feeling is that her 'Anything else?' won't take long. Then the 'C' team after unloading if it's not too late. I'm OK with them going out after the story and spending the night if needed. That would most likely mean that Lexi gets time tomorrow but she did have a very positive one-on-one session yesterday."
"That she did. As usual, you give priority to the most immediate needs. Should I plan to take lunch to the cabin?"
"I don't think so. If we're not back when lunch is ready, come check on us. There are two of the menstruation 'starter kits' in the bathroom upstairs?"
"There are now three of them. Aunt Hazel brought the one she had for 'just in case' when the grandkids were visiting with her."
"I'll put one of those in the cabin. We have a number of girls on the brink and better to have it there than to try to improvise if it's needed."
"Sherry, get your jacket and come with me."
"Yes, Poppa."
"Not the bunkhouse. That way to the cabin."
"Is it gonna be cold?"
"Cool, maybe, but not cold. I started a fire in the stove earlier and it should have warmed some by now."
"What are we doing?"
"I have a question or two for you."
"More stuff I don't wanna talk about?"
"Probably. But didn't you feel better after telling me the other things you 'didn't wanna talk about'?"
"I did. You always know how to make things better."
"Hang your jacket. Come get in my lap and I'll wrap a blanket around us until it gets warmer."
"OK."
"Tell me about…"
She's asleep on my shoulder with just tears this time. That's good. Less stress on both of us and less time to get her cleaned up to go back in. Ease us down on the bed and pull up one blanket. Set my watch for 30 minutes. I could also use a nap.
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Saturday, 11 December, 11:35AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Sherry has a little smile behind that snot mask. The pot of water on the back of the stove is warm. She can use that to wash her face.
"Hi, Sherry."
"Nice wake up, Poppa. Yuck! This towel is gross!"
"Go look in the mirror."
"So's my face!"
"I'll get you some warm water from the pot on the stove."
"You're always ready with what I need."
"I try to be."
"The warm water gets the snot off better than cold water."
"I can tell. Your face is looking better."
"Feels better, too."
"I'll roll up this towel and towels and shirts from previous sessions out here and I think that will be a load of laundry."
"You have a washer and dryer?"
"Yes on the washer, but not like you've ever seen before. No on the dryer that you're thinking about. There's a clothesline by the house and there are a couple of folding clothes trees in the house for drying."
"Clothes tree? I thought those were just for coats?"
"Different kind of tree. I'll show you the washer before we go in the house…"
"It's outside?"
"It has a gas engine. Like a lawnmower."
"You're teasing me again, Poppa!"
"No, Sherry. I'm introducing you to some ancient technology. Get your jacket."
"Yes, Poppa."
"I'll close the damper partway to keep the fire burning slowly. I'm not sure whether the 'C' team will get time out here today. Lights out. To the patio."
"OK, that looks like an old washing machine I saw on TV. It still works?"
"Yes. I opened the window enough to connect the hoses for hot and cold water so I'll put these clothes in the washer's tub, add a little soap and fill the tub to the 'Fill to here' line with mixed hot and cold water to have warm water for washing things."
"How do you plug it in? I don't see a cord."
"Remember that I said 'gas engine'? I set the choke and throttle here, then lift this pedal and step on it to start the engine. And repeat that step until it starts. Then I adjust the choke as it warms up. Then we start it washing."
"There's no dial for how long. When does it stop?"
"It doesn't stop. I time it with my watch and I stop it. Then I run the clothes through the wringer to get the soapy water out of them. No, you may not use the wringer. It gets the water out by squeezing the clothes very tightly and it doesn't know the difference between your jeans and your hand. You can be hurt so badly that the injuries can't be fixed so you will not use this until you're at least twelve."
"Yes, Poppa. You did all the clothes in soapy water. What are you doing now?"
"This is the suds saver. You can transfer the soapy water to this tub and use it for washing something else. I think it'll be fine for the kitchen rugs that had chili spilled on them. When the soapy water is all transferred, we run in fresh water for rinsing. Again to the 'Fill' line. Again, we start the agitator moving and do the timing ourselves. This tub of water still looks a little sudsy so I'll give these a second rinse and save that rinse water for the rugs."
"This doesn't take as long as Momma's washer did."
"No, it doesn't run two hours for one load of clothes. It also washes and rinses two loads with the same soap and water. Is your mother's washer high efficiency or is this one?"
"I guess this one if it does twice as many clothes with the same soap and water and in less time."
"The clothes have had their time in the second rinse so we get that water into the second tub of the suds saver and run these through the wringer. No, you're just minutes older than you were before. The age for using the wringer is still twelve. This is a 'you can be hurt' situation and I will punish you for disobeying."
"Spank me?"
"No. Maybe no goodnight kiss for three days?"
"OK. You're serious. I won't touch it."
"Thank you. I'd prefer that you had both hands to hug me with."
"Me, too. Those are the rugs?"
"Yes. I think we might get all three of them in the tub."
"Then the soapy water?"
"Yes. We do that like this."
"Then start the agitator?"
"Yes. You learned a new word today."
"I guess I did. I always learn stuff when I'm with you. You gonna use this water again?"
"No. I think the chili color is an indication that it should be drained after everything goes through the wringer."
"Where does that pipe go?"
"Where we'll have a garden in the spring. The grey water, that's from washing clothes, showers, washing dishes and the like, is used to irrigate the garden. There's a trap that catches lint and other big stuff."
"Why are you turning the thing on top of the wringer?"
"The rugs are thicker that the shirts and towels in the previous load so I'm adjusting the wringer to work with them."
"If you put the basket in the right place, the stuff that comes out of the wringer falls right in."
"Yes. When the tub has drained, you may put the rugs back in for the rinse."
"Yes, Poppa."
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"My hands are cold from being wet."
"Put them in your jacket pockets. There are some rubber gloves in kid sizes but you just pushed them out of the way when you sat on the bench."
"That's what they are?"
"It's much easier to keep your hands warm if they are dry. You're not the first to miss that and I'm sure you won't be the last."
"Is it done rinsing?"
"Yes. Basket in place. Rugs through the wringer. Drain the tub. Hot and cold water hoses we'll disconnect when we're inside. You take the basket of clothes. I'll get the rugs."
"This is heavy."
"You want this one?"
"It's heavier! I'll do the shirts and towels."
"When we're inside, I'll show you how we'll dry them."
"So that's a clothes tree?"
"Maybe it looks a little more like a tree when it's open and things are hanging from it?"
"It does."
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"I tried to get the washer started so I could do the rugs, Jack, but had no luck."
"It's cold enough to require full choke and several attempts, Hazel."
"As long as they're done. You'll put the clothes tree on the sun porch?"
"For the rest of the day. It's warmer there than outside."
"Yeah. My hands are still cold."
"Then wrap them around this mug of hot chocolate, Sherry."
"Thank you, Aunt Hazel."
"Lunch in five minutes, Jack. Collect the kids who aren't cooking and the adults."
"I will, Hazel."
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Saturday, 11 December, 12:50PM
Bee-doop!
Another message? It's too early for the '30 minutes out' heads up.
{Jack. Flat tire on one of the escort vehicles. An hour plus delay.}
I can take the 'C' team out. If they're asleep when the truck gets here, they can finish their naps without me. We won't need to do any immediate unloading with the way I want the trailer placed.
"Sarah, the truck's delayed an hour plus. I'll take the 'C' team out while Tim gets a tire changed. 'C' team. Jackets and a change of clothes."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
"It's warm in here."
"I was out here earlier and left the fire burning. I'll add to the wood so it stays warm while we're here. I have a couple of questions for each of you. First question: Did you talk with your Grandma Hazel and Grandpa Bill about wanting Sarah and me to adopt you?"
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"What was the result of your talk?"
"They said to do it 'cause you're younger than they are and you'll still be around when we're in college."
"OK. That's for me. This one is for you. Did the other girls in the team say anything that reminded you of something you haven't told me? Your faces answered that. Now I know that each of you has more to tell me. Crissy?"
"It was at one of the places where they wore towels on their heads…"
Someone noticed Crissy and Charlie trying to protect Cyndy and decided to use them to make things worse for her. Crissy and then Charlie was strapped in a clear plastic chair with most of the seat cut out and with Cyndy strapped face up under the seat. Then the one sitting down was subjected to repeated enemas with water, soapy water, beer and various other liquids. If enough was forced in, they couldn't hold it forever so Cyndy got her face covered. Charlie can re-tell what happened to her without losing it, but not what happened to other kids - especially when she was the source of what happened. Another violent event at the throne - well, the bucket out here. Crissy and Cyndy were OK to talk longer but Charlie was totally exhausted after that. Cleaned her up with the usual help. Carried her back to the bed and she was asleep before we got those few feet. Everyone snuggled on the bed and I set my watch for an hour. I should check all the pictures I've acquired to see if the 'C' team is in them and where they were. And someone mentioned some military ranks - I think it's the second time for that. Make an audio note and work on it later. Sometimes listening and watching tire me out.
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Saturday, 11 December, 2:40pm
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. They're still asleep. Charlie needs at least another 30 minutes and it won't hurt the others. If Tim gets here before then, I'll send someone to check on them. On second thought, I'll send someone to stay with them. Alicia and Lisa can handle being armed better than the others. They can be here until I return.
"Alicia, Lisa."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"I left the 'C' team asleep in the cabin. I want you two armed and on watch while they're asleep. Both of you inside the cabin with one watching out the window. Trade off every ten minutes or so because you'll want to get back by the stove where it's warmer. Take this handie-talkie. I have one on my belt. I don't know that you'll need to call me but my 'nagging feeling' that I'm missing something is back. If you need me, I'm 'Daddy' and you're 'munchkin' so anyone listening doesn't know who we are."
"I remember hearing about that feeling when they were giving out water at the park. I'll be watching and listening."
"Thank you, Alicia."
Need to ensure that Bill has a handie-talkie. They'll want to know if anything happens at the cabin. Very glad I stocked up on the Eneloop AA and AAA batteries that can be recharged 2000 times. The charger runs on AC or 12 volts DC so we always have plenty of charged batteries.
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Even with Bill and Joe informed of my 'nagging feeling', my back feels like a target. Bring up each camera on the tablet. Run the full range of pan and tilt for each one. Nothing obvious. Bring the cameras up in side-by-side views. The dirt's a different color on that little hill. Select that camera and zoom in. Nothing obvious. Switch to a military thermal imaging camera with the same view. There are some warm shapes inside the hill. The IR can't get through dirt, so the 'different color dirt' is camouflage of some type. If they dropped dyed canvas over the hill during the night, the cameras wouldn't have noticed it because it's just outside the 'motion watch' perimeter to keep deer from triggering the motion alarm several times a day. Tim needs to know. Not sure what he can do, though. Joe said his grandfather had Claymores to bury. Did he have other 'goodies'?
"Joe, where are you?"
"Living room, Jack."
"Did your grandfather have any ordnance other than the Claymores?"
"Why?"
"Here's the color image of that hill. This is the thermal image. I think we'll need more firepower."
"We have firepower. Grandpop was in supply and managed to get a truckload of stuff shipped to a facility that looked military. When he retired, he brought it all here. Some M-1 rifles with grenade launchers. Smoke and fragmentation grenades. A BAR. I think there's a bazooka. There's a locked door at the back of the root cellar. The key's in the cabinet by this window. The Claymores were in that bunker. Everything is in olive drab boxes and the like. Wear your 'nerd' headlight. You'll need it."
A BAR is good to what - maybe 500 yards? Wonder if there's any AP ammo for it. That would probably take out whoever is behind that camo even with vests on. If someone came from a half mile up the road, the vehicle would be invisible until they came around the curve. I think a bazooka would work for stopping most things smaller than a modern tank. An M-1 can do perhaps 300 yards with a grenade? That would easily hit the road in front of the house. A frag grenade can take out a lot of people if they're close together. Better make a list of what I find. Don't think I can carry more than one M-1 and some grenades or one BAR or one bazooka each trip. Need ammo for whatever I take back. Probably get two of each. One in the house and one in the bunkhouse. Need to get Bill to help me carry things in. There's an unused frame for a solar panel on the roof. Would that work as a support for the BAR? Guess I'll take it out there and check.
Zoom the thermal imaging camera and see if I can find details behind the camo. There are at least six of them. Not sure whether one of them is walking a very short patrol or is too keyed up to be still. Being 'too keyed up' points to action in the very near future. Are they waiting on Tim and the truck? Need to let Tim know. To the radio and check the laminated sheet. Encryption. Voice. I can use the PIN from the keyfob security device. Excellent. PreSel and 407. He's not there but they can most likely reach him. Plug in the security device. Press the 'Encrypt' button and speak my message.
'Tim. Have six or more people behind camo that almost matches the little hill where the sniper was. The thermal camera shows one person pacing back and forth. Pre-mission jitters? Have some older but effective military hardware. M-1 with grenade launcher and grenades. BAR. Bazooka. Assuming an after dark raid on us unless they're waiting for the truck. Jack'
Hit "Send".
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Bee-doop!
{Assume the truck. 'Flat' was caused by a bullet. The .50 on the lead Humvee was manned and did a sweep of the bridge the shot came from. Two bodies went over the rail. Have run-flat tires on the vehicles but they have limited life when flat. Get the unarmed kids into the root cellar if you see motion in your surveillance area.}
Zoom back out a little and add this view to the motion watch. Tell everyone.
"Sarah, Joe. Would one of you get Hazel and Bill and the other collect the kids inside? There's something you all need to know. I'll go wake the kids in the cabin and bring all of them inside."
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"You look angry, Daddy."
"We have people watching us from a camouflaged location. Someone shot at the convoy that's bringing the trailer here. Need all of you inside. "
"You're scaring me, Daddy."
"Sorry, Lisa. Just telling you what I know. I'll wake the 'C' team and we'll go back together."
---
"I told you what I saw and what happened to the convoy. We must be prepared if it's an attack on us. We'll be backup if it's an attack on the truck. Charlie, here's the rifle you used before. Other armed kids get your rifles and pistols and watch from the places I told you about. Unarmed kids each need your coat and a bag with food, water, a pillow, a blanket and your favorite comfy object. Older kids in this group take a book you can read to the younger ones. You're in the kitchen for now but be ready to grab your bag and go if I say it's time."
"Yes, Daddy."
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Saturday, 11 December, 4:05PM
Bee-doop!
What does Tim have to say?
{30 minutes out. Any movement?}
Do a 360 degree scan with the overlapping fields of the cameras. There are vehicles out there but too far away to trigger an alert. Zoom in. Crewcab pickup and a Hummer limo beside the road. Lots of antennas on both vehicles. Expensively dressed man with a cane getting out of the limo. He's looking this way. Snapshot of his face.
"Lexi!"
"Yes, Mister Jack?"
"Do you recognize this man?"
"He's th-th-the one w-w-with the sn-sn-snake c-c-cane!"
"In my lap for a hug and snuggle.. Now look at me. Do you think he will get inside the fence?"
"Not when you're that angry! He might die if he crosses the road."
"You get with the other unarmed kids and Sarah will take you to the basement and then out the door closest to the root cellar."
"I can tell the others that he's here?"
"You may."
"You're not half as scary when you do teacher things. But you're still scarier than Miss Wallace, my teacher last year."
"The other adults need to know. I'll go to the bunkhouse to tell Bill and Hazel after I tell Sarah and Joe. The Colonel also needs to know."
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To the radio. Laminated sheet of shortcuts. PreSel for Commander's vehicle? 101. Enter that. Now the mic.
{Tim. This is Jack.}
{Your status?}
{Have a crewcab pickup of people just beyond surveillance alert range. Also limo with the "snake cane" guy. They might try to get in when the semi enters. I'll be on the roof with the Barrett .50 and an AR15. Joe is on the horse barn with the bazooka and an M-1 with grenade launcher. Bill has the BAR on top of the barn. If they come in first, we'll do wholesale slaughter except for the 'snake cane' guy. He's mine and will be disabled but not dead. If they try to use the convoy for cover, we'll have overview on both sides.}
{Good planning, Jack. Are the kids safe?}
{Yes. Underground. Two adults there armed.}
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I'm in place on the roof. The pickup is moving. From their position, they'll try to beat the semi in when the gate is opened. The other tablets have the same feed so the other adults are aware. I see the lead Humvee. The 'trailer' is a tandem with a 40 footer behind the 53 footer. They'll be moving very slowly to get that in the gate. 'Snake cane' has moved up to watch and give the 'Go' signal. Need to have his knee in my sights, then the limo. I recognize that sound. An Abrams starting up. In the little patch of woods on this side of the road about where the pickup stopped. 'Snake Cane' has his hand up, counting down on his fingers. 2 is for you.
5-4-3-2
BANG!
He's down.
BANG! BANG!
Limo's engine won't start now. Movement on the hill. The tarp is down.
BOOM!
That was the bazooka. Not much motion on the hill now. The Abrams is at the side of the pickup and the barrel is inside the cab through the hole it ripped in the roof. Sometimes firing a weapon isn't required. Just having it in the right place. Release the gate remotely. I'll let Tim send some troops out to collect our 'visitors'.
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"Jack, you can come down. We have them all secured. The ones from the truck are in isolation because they smell so bad. I might have had the shit scared out of me if an Abrams 'dropped in'. One of those on the hill might survive. Whoever did that is very good or very lucky. His shot hit the box of explosives they would've used to raze this place. It did an excellent job of clearing the cave they were in."
"Bill may be disappointed that he didn't get to use the B..."
B-R-A-A-P!
"Maybe I spoke too soon."
{What was that Dawkins?}
{One went for a gun under his shirt, sir. Bill took the guy's arm off. I thought some of our modern weapons were impressive. That BAR is scary.}
"Someone had his stupid event and went for a gun. Bill dis-armed him."
"Your puns can also be bad, Tim."
"I've been learning from an expert. Where did you want the trailers parked? You can keep both."
"Pulled through the barn so they're mostly hidden. The barn is 49 feet long and there needs to be room to open the trailer doors with the barn doors on this end closed. So five feet or six feet inside the door and the front of the longer trailer will stick out on the back of the barn. The barn door height is 15 feet, 7 inches so most trailers will fit."
"Dawkins, tell the driver. Then get the forklift brought up. There's a pallet jack in the trailer, behind the outermost row of pallets. The forklift can move the pallets out of the truck. The pallet jack can move the next row of pallets to the trailer door. Might get both trailers unloaded today. I'm guessing there's a loft area in the barn?"
"Yes. Floor there is about ten feet above ground."
"The fork lift has an extendable mast so it can reach to 15 feet. No problem getting anything out of the trailers or into the loft. There's another pallet jack on the other truck. Positioned the same."
"Good planning, Tim."
"It's your own planning, Jack. Found a write-up of a supply mission done by Cmdr. C. J. Wilson."
"That still exists?"
"It's now part of training in all areas of supply. The things on the truck are grouped by use and sorted alphabetically within each group. The inventory sheets for each group are with that group and copies of all inventory sheets are in this folder. A little time spent at the comfortable warehouse saves a lot of time for those dodging bullets."
"And you can find the medical supplies."
"True."
"You want the guy with the cane, Jack?"
"You didn't recognize him, Tim?"
"I should?"
"Mister Secretary General of the UN."
"Not someone we've ever encountered."
"Some of the kids have. Press the button on the cane."
"It bites."
"It also poisons. Curare, Mister Secretary General?"
"I am the UN! I have immunity!"
"You tried to kill one of my kids. When they finish with you, you're mine. Do you remember the Bible paraphrase? 'Those who live by the cane shall die by the cane.' In your case, up your ass and out your neck and you bleed to death."
"You can't! He'll stop you! He has orders."
"No, I swore an oath to protect the country and the Constitution from all enemies, foreign and domestic. That overrides any orders to the contrary."
(Amelia. Bring Lexi to the gate.)
(On my way.)
"She should be dead! I left her unconscious on a ship that was leaving the next day."
"Lexi, your ball bat."
"Och! Damn that hurts! Stop you little who… Ow! Not again! Madre de Dios, that hurts you little slu… Jeez! Not where I was shot!"
"Lexi, stop."
"Lexi! Stop!"
(Lexi! Stop!)
"Huh?"
"Give me the bat, Lexi."
"Yes, Daddy. Did you yell at me? All I could see was the red and I just kept hitting him because he kept talking!"
"I'll sue! I'll have you in the World Court!"
"Dawkins, your weapon."
"Sir."
Ker-slack!
"You won't be suing anyone. The World Court will take a hike when this video is released."
"How'd you get that?"
"Your phone, stupid. Feel the pressure on your foot? That's a 12 gauge shotgun loaded with buckshot. We'll ask questions and you'll give answers or I'll start at your foot and take a piece off every time I don't like your answer."
"You can't do that!"
Boom!
"Arghh!"
Ker-slack!
"That was the foot on the leg where I shot out your knee. You might still get around with crutches or a prosthetic limb. Feel the barrel on your other foot? We have more questions."
"Anything you want!"
"He's yours, Tim. If there's anything left, the tree chipper is set up in the south pasture. He might make good fertilizer and you can drop him in while he's alive so we can enjoy the screaming."
"No!"
"Just doing to you what you did to others."
"No. You don't understand. I'm better than other people. It's my destiny to rule the world!"
"Jack, my troops need some practice with using knives. I'll use your chipper if there are any big pieces left."
"Fine, Tim. I have a little girl who needs attention. Lexi, in my arms."
"Yes, Daddy."
"I think you need some lap and shoulder time."
"Un huh."
"Jack, unless you have other instructions we'll unload and arrange per your mission document."
"Check with Sarah and Hazel."
"Ah, yes. The final authorities."
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"Jackets off. Talk to me Lexi."
"He's red so he's bad, but when I started hitting him all I could see was red and I just swung at his voice!"
"You were very accurate even if you couldn't see him."
"But I don't wanna be out of control like that!"
"It's OK, sweetie. He hurt you and tried to kill you. Today you had an opportunity for payback - you could hurt him. But you found out that you were different from him. You don't want to be the person doing the hurting."
"But I was really into it! I 'heard' you say 'Stop' in my mind but you woulda started with words and I didn't hear you!"
"You have a lot of hurt to work out. Today you got to work on getting more of it out. Sometimes doing things a different way can help. Your different way today was physical instead of with words."
"I'm not as scared as I was, so that's better. But I don't like being the one who does the hurting!"
"You needed to work through things to know that. Until you had the opportunity to 'hurt him back' you wouldn't know how it felt to be in control."
"Being in control feels better than being controlled but do I hafta do it with a ball bat?"
"You don't 'hafta'. Today was a learning experience. Learning about you. I think you like what you learned about you."
"I'm nicer than he is."
"Probably nicer than a lot of people but that's a start on what you learned. Feel better now?"
"Un huh and I didn't even get snot on the towel."
"Not every session ends badly, Lexi. You also had a positive session yesterday."
"I sure did!"
"Ready to go back in?"
"I want more time with you but there are probably others who need you more."
"So there's a difference between 'want' and 'need'?"
"Un huh."
"And between 'love' and 'sex'?"
"Big difference when I'm with you!"
"Little girl kiss on your nose because I love you but don't want you asking for sex."
"I understand."
"Get your jacket and we'll go see where they are with the unloading."
"OK."
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Saturday, 11 December, 5:40PM
"Hi, Lexi. You look better."
"I feel better, Uncle Tim. Mister Jack always knows what I need and the best way to do things, even if it's sometimes hard."
"Hard?"
"Telling him about being hurt. And there's some stuff I need to tell you, but I'm not sure if I can yet."
"Not sure if you can?"
"Mister Jack?"
"Tim, she still has difficulty talking about some of what happened to her. That she's telling you that there is more is very good progress. You had a question for him, Lexi?"
"Un huh. Come with me to the cabin, Uncle Tim?"
"OK, Lexi."
---
"What's your question, favorite niece?"
"Would you be OK with Mister Jack and Miss Sarah adopting me, at least until you're in a place where I could live with you?"
"Whatever makes you happy, Lexi."
"Being with you makes me happy but you can't be there all the time. Here I'd have a Momma, a Daddy, a Grandma and two Grandpas so there's always a lap or shoulder when I need one."
"I think that tells me that you need that kind of attention often."
"Me and the others. I can't get in your lap if you're on the road somewhere."
"And you'd have an older brother and a giggle of sisters."
"You're silly!"
"But I made you smile because that's what it sounds like when two or more of these girls get together. I'd be very happy to see you that happy, Lexi. Yes, you may ask them to adopt you."
"Thank you!"
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"Lexi's smile tells me you gave her a good answer, Tim."
"He did, Da… Mister Jack!"
"I'm not sure if Joe's judgeship would be recognized here. Do you have someone in JAG, Tim?"
"Yes. I'm guessing you'd also be taking the 'C' team?"
"Correct. Also Michelle."
"Get me names and DOBs and any parental details you have and we'll make it happen."
"Thanks, Tim."
"No, Jack. Thank you for caring enough to work miracles for all these kids."
"And maybe one kid in particular?"
"That, too. I rather like the one whose arms are locked around me in a hug."
"I love you, too, Uncle Tim."
"The first trailer is almost empty and the pallets are arranged as Hazel and Sarah directed. Here's the sketch. It includes places for what's in the other trailer. If we had enough light, we could finish in another hour or two."
"We have extension cords and drop lights. I think all the lights have LED bulbs. We can check each one as it's turned on. Since you'll be here after dark, you can eat with us. Or should I ask Sarah to tell the armed girls that you said 'no'?"
"I'm not about to argue with those girls. We'll stay. Hazel may be anticipating you; she did have the kids carry in a number of things from the food area."
"Whatever she's making, it'll be good. She did a breakfast casserole by combining one of her recipes with one of mine and the kids would have licked the pan clean if we had let them."
"I'd take her biscuits and gravy and consider it a fine meal. Anything else is a bonus."
"I think at least one of the kids asks about biscuits every morning. As long as the chickens are laying and at least one cow is giving milk, we'll have something fresh every day. We need to get the greenhouses going to see how warm they'll be and if they'll be warm enough to grow things all winter or just extend the growing season a little on each end."
"You need labor?"
"Yes. A crane would speed things up. I'd also like to get a couple of the quonset huts up to park equipment in before it snows."
"That does need a crane. If you had a place for Dawkins to stay, I think I'd assign him here. You may not have explored all the radio can cover, but you're better situated here for world-wide comms than we are. He could be monitoring many things here and just relaying the highlights to me."
"We don't have much to offer. A tent in the barn loft. Maybe a tack room in the horse barn - I think one of those rooms has a small wood stove and a cold water connection but is also near the outhouse and has a bucket for nights and emergencies. We could cannibalize more of the roadside signs for solar panels and batteries to power radio gear."
"Either of those would be warmer than a tent on a windswept bluff. I'll send him over tomorrow to see what's available. He has solar power for most of the radio gear. He'd be bringing food for an extended period if he stays. He can help assemble the greenhouses and see whether the crane truck he's been using can handle the huts."
"Thanks, Tim."
"How does that work? You keep thanking me for doing things that make life better for my troops."
"Just keeping you awake and aware."
"You're being successful."
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Saturday, 11 December, 7:30PM
"Aunt Hazel, this is yummy!"
"Thank you, Leah."
"I agree with Leah."
"You're silly, Daddy. Grownups don't say 'yummy'."
"I didn't say it, Rachel, I just said I agreed with what Leah said."
"That's the same thing."
"OK, little deep thinker."
"Jack, I see what keeps you on your toes. Even your little ones are very sharp."
"They do make pointed comments, Tim."
"I give. Too much pun-ishment. Dawkins, if I assign you here, you'll be dealing with this every day."
"I'm a soldier, sir. I'll follow all legal orders."
"And grin like an idiot about the ones you'll enjoy."
"No comment, sir."
"You're gonna stay with us?"
"If we can work everything out, Amelia. This is a better location for radio communications than where my radios are now."
"Then you can answer all the questions I have about…"
"Amelia."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"He has a job to do. You may only ask questions when he tells you a time that you may be there."
"Yes, Daddy. But there's so much I wanna know!"
"Me, too!"
"Same restrictions on you, Charlie. Only when he says it's OK for one or both of you to be there. Both of you have chores that take precedence over your questions."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Precedence?"
"Dictionary word for you, Charlie. Dictionary on the desk by my laptop. Spelled p-r-e-c-e-d-e-n-c-e."
"'Being more important that someone or something else'. OK, milking Petunia is more important than asking a question that can wait until later because she hurts if we wait too long to milk her."
"Very good. I enjoy watching the minds of my smart kids work on new things."
"But you make learning part of living. New words to go with new things that happen. Not like school where we got a bunch of words every week and maybe didn't use them 'til the next year."
"But you knew them the next year and didn't hafta look them up."
"Cyndy is right, Charlie. Those vocabulary words you got every week were things you'd need in the future. Even if you don't use 'precedence' today or tomorrow, you'll know what it means the next time you hear it or read it."
"So the teacher was teaching us in advance?"
"Michelle, do we have a pot bellied stove in the house?"
"No."
"Did you learn how to light one this week?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Like in Girl Scouts. We learned things that we might need to know. If I'm out in the cabin, I can stay warm 'cause I can light the stove out there."
"Do you know how to light the furnace in the basement?"
"No. But Amelia and Charlie do. I wanna learn how, too."
"Me, too."
"Tomorrow, Michelle and Alicia can learn about the furnace."
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"Jack, you had asked about pest control. Tompkins said to look in the barns and the other outbuildings and get him the info on any chemicals that are stored there. He thinks you might find many things already here. If the type of pest a given product is effective on isn't obvious, make a list - or take a picture of the package - and send it to him. PreSel 371 goes directly to him."
"Thanks, Tim."
"Mr. Wilson, if you have a camera or can copy images from your phone, put the images on a thumb drive in a folder named 'imagedata', choose PreSel 371 and press the 'Send Images' button. They'll go to Tompkins' mailbox."
"Thanks, Dawkins. How is it that Tompkins is your pest control expert?"
"In civilian life, he ran a pest control company. His wife took over when he was called up. The lack of transport trucks quickly impacted their business as many of the chemicals they use require special handling and can only go by truck. With power off over most of the country, almost nothing is being made and there is no commercial shipping. Tompkins also said to check whether the bookshelves here had any of the 'FoxFire' books because they have some natural ways to keep control pests."
"I'm almost certain I saw at least one 'FoxFire' book somewhere. We'll check."
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"Tim, do you have any updates for the 'misinformation list' where the 'quiet room' will be seen as the source?"
"Just a couple of things. I made some notes."
"I'll add these to the file I created. Here's a sheet on configuring the comms truck to spoof the device. I think it could be adapted to a radio similar to what we're using here, just need satellite access."
"Mr. Wilson, satellite access requires another antenna. We have a lightweight three meter dish that's framed with aluminum tubing and the dish itself is aluminum mesh instead of a solid sheet. I think behind the chicken coop might be a good place for that antenna as there's a clear view of most of the southern sky."
"Could you bring that dish out tomorrow, Dawkins? We have some bagged concrete mix if you need to pour a base for mounting it."
"I can bring it. The base is secured with ground augers, so no need to dig out and pour a concrete base. I think you might get some international TV broadcasts here. A year ago, there was a mix of religious and educational programming, plus some national propaganda from a number of countries - I won't even guess about what's available now. I'll bring a chart with the frequencies and the satellite aiming info for everything I think you might be able to access from here. You might be able to get a satellite connection to the internet, but that depends on what ground stations are still working in the US. The Australian satellites don't cover us. There's one operational internet satellite over Central and South America but it has very limited capacity."
"Internet, Mr. Dawkins? Daddy can see CNN and I can use Facebook?"
"Sorry, Michelle. Both of those are US-based providers and are likely down because of the blackout. I'm sure your Daddy will let you know what - if anything - is still there."
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"Bye, Uncle Tim. I'm glad you could be here."
"Me too, Lexi."
"You need lap or shoulder time tonight, Lexi?"
"No, almost Daddy."
"'Almost', Lexi?"
"I heard you ask Uncle Tim about a lawyer and doing adoptions."
"OK, almost daughter. Go get ready for bed."
"Yes, almost Daddy."
"Silly kid!"
"Your silly rubs off on me when you hug me."
"Hey! That's my line."
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Saturday, 11 December, 9:10PM
"They're all down, Jack?"
"Yes, Sarah. A meal they all liked. Another story they liked. Plenty of hugs and kisses to go around. Getting them down is easy after that."
"You have a question about something?"
"Can the girls' crying to puking be limited? They need the release of crying things out but I'd prefer that they not cry to puking."
"The brain controls that, triggering the chemicals that put someone in puke mode. I can show you what to watch for and how to limit the production of those chemicals. Ask me tomorrow and I'll use one of the girls to demonstrate what happens and how to control it."
"You'll get one into puke mode? I'd rather not. I've seen it too many times already this week."
"I'll explain to her what we're doing and why, but not let it get past the 'My tummy doesn't feel good' stage. I won't use Lexi or any of the other recent visitors to the bunkhouse. Lisa and Alicia are both probably stable enough to allow a little hormone tweaking so you can learn."
"I'll try to remember in the morning. I filled the propane tanks for the house and the bunkhouse today so that's one item off my list for most of the winter. The golf cart batteries need a warmer-than-outside ventilated enclosure. I need to ask Columbo about his medical education, specifically about ob-gyn and neo-natal medicine. And there's Tim's thumb drive of pictures of his troops for the girls to look through - in case of other moles."
"You might also want to explore the horse breeder about two miles up the road, Jack. If he's still there. we could get horses for riding and maybe for farming. He had some horse-drawn equipment and there was also some equipment at the old barn the County Historical Society used for meetings."
"The farther we go into this century, the more we seem to be going back towards the 18th and 19th centuries. Horse-drawn farming, Sarah?"
"That plus cattle, chickens and pigs kept everyone here fed more than two hundred years ago, Jack. It could work the same for us."
"I guess it could. I'm getting curious about what's going on in the rest of the world."
"Didn't Tim leave a list of not-politically-correct shortwave stations? Maybe see what they have to say?"
"I need to check the list for the frequencies and the best time of day to listen for them."
"Aren't some frequencies better during the day and others better after dark?"
"Yes, but I haven't used that bit of information in years. I'll do a quick check of Dawkins' list and see if he noted best times for the various shortwave bands."
And he did include that info. Need to convert Zulu time to local time. That gives me the BBC, Radio Moscow and Radio Cairo at night and Vatican Radio during the day. Radio Moscow generally has the facts but with their own twist. However, their very high transmitter power means you can almost always hear them.. The BBC is usually minimally biased and a good "truth" check on what Radio Moscow is saying. Vatican Radio has their own slant but covers topics others may not. Let's see what the BBC has to say.
'Based on reports from amateur radio operators, most of the United States and portions of Mexico and Canada are experiencing blackout conditions. The blackout reportedly started in the State of California around 11AM, London time, on 6 December and moved east across the country within a matter of hours. Unofficial military sources have mentioned that satellite images show small lighted areas which are located near older hydro-electric generating plants. These plants serve less than three per cent of the population, making this the largest blackout in history. The same sources indicate that there may have been sabotage in the SCADA equipment that controls the majority of these generating plants. As most of the world's generating plants get their control chips from the same Asian factories, there is concern that a similar blackout could happen else…'
That's not shortwave fade. Their transmitter is off the air. Now see how Radio Moscow is distorting the same news.
'Problems with the American electrical grid have also blacked out portions of Mexico and Canada. The American engineers are trying to place blame on the Chinese who make the chips used to control most of the world's generating plants. This is an obvious untruth as Russian generating plants get their control chips from the same suppliers and we still have…'
Another transmitter off the air. Guess Russia's not as tight with the Chinese as they thought. If Russia has fuel for their war machine, they can go overland to parts of China. The question is whether they will do that or they'll do something really stupid and nuke the chip factories in China. We don't want the fallout from that. They need to take the factories without damage and restart production of good chips - assuming the original good code is available there. When the chip factory here is up, we could sell them good chips at a premium price. Be nice to have an export that other countries want badly enough to pay with gold or food - or maybe oil. Enough bad news for one evening.
"I take it there was no good news?"
"The BBC went off the air in the middle of a sentence, so I tuned to Radio Moscow and they went off the air shortly after that. I'd guess that there's a blackout sweeping across Europe and parts of Asia. Not sure why there'd be a five day delay between the grid going down here and the grid going down there, unless there've been talks going on at very high and very secret levels and those talks have failed. Remember that the Chinese were trying for world domination by other means. Perhaps they plan to hold electricity hostage and demand gold or other precious commodities?"
"But your idea for alternate chip production may disrupt that plan here."
"If they don't learn what we're doing. Tim gave me a thumb drive with pictures of all the people under his command. The girls should look through that in the morning for any familiar faces. We need to find and remove all the moles."
"So you won't be getting anything on shortwave?"
"Maybe from some of the smaller countries. The BBC mentioned that satellites saw 'small areas of light' in the US. That would be the few working hydro plants. There may be some of those elsewhere in the world. I don't know if South Korea would have gotten their chips from China or made them in-house. Same for Malaysia and a few other countries that produce chips. I'll ask Dawkins if we can access any of the weather or other imaging satellites with the configuration we'll have here."
"You could provide a forecast from that data?"
"I'm sure Tim has someone who's qualified, but I can interpret most of the data - at least well enough to determine a 20 percent chance of rain versus an 80 percent chance of rain. Having access to imaging satellites would let us see where in the world there might be light. I'd expect China to have power, probably because they used chips that don't have the malware in them."
"I'll make a pot of chamomille tea, Mr. Wilson. You need something calming before you go to bed."
"You are correct, Mrs. Wilson. I'll join you in a cup of tea - if you can find a big enough cup."
"Jack!"
Bee-doop!
I'll guess that's Dawkins with a notification that we're no longer the only country in the dark. For once, I'm at least keeping up with the world situation. Press 'Message'.
{Mr. Wilson, satellites show most of Europe and Asia going dark in the same pattern we saw here. There's a lot of activity on Russian military frequencies associated with ground-based troop movement. I'd guess moving men and equipment into China to take control of the chip factories. It's anyone's guess where that will lead but I wouldn't expect anything good out of it. The US and Russian ground stations that monitor rocket launches have weeks of backup power, but the Chinese can comfortably wait for them to run out of fuel - the Chinese generating plants are all still in operation. Hope you have space that can serve as a fallout shelter. I'll bring radiation monitors of several types when I move in tomorrow.}
"Jack, I could have enjoyed one night's sleep if I hadn't heard that."
"Sorry, Sarah. Dawkins passes things to us as we pass things to the kids - as soon as possible. I'll have to agree with him that troop movement isn't good. I don't think the Chinese would launch on us at this point but they certainly might launch on the Russians. The downside is that we might get some of the fallout if they used nukes. If there isn't a space here that could serve as a shelter, we could dig a hole and put one or both trailers in it and cover them with several feet of dirt. It's an expedient shelter but would work. For now, I'll go to bed and plan on doing that tomorrow. If anything happens during the night, we should be informed quickly. Any fallout would be several days away, so we'd have time to put something together if needed. If your Dad is still awake, ask him."
"I'll ask him if I have to wake him up. He'll want to know. I think I want to get with Aunt Hazel about repairing you. If the world's going to hell in a few days, we'll need to repopulate in the near future. Meanwhile, I'll get Dad."
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"Jack, there is a shelter from the 60's but I don't think it's big enough for all of us. The plans are in the cabinet by the front window."
"It shows a 15 x 20 foot space, Joe. That would be space to stand or space to sleep in four high bunks. What's the note for this say?"
"Stairs to lower levels."
"Multiple levels at 300 square feet each make this a much larger space. Is there a sheet that shows the elevation?"
"This sheet. There are three levels!"
"Definitely a larger space than I thought initially. How do we get there?"
"Through the root cellar and the armory, Jack. There's a cabinet that moves."
"We should go exploring. I have a couple more 'nerd' headlights."
"Now I know what the key labeled 'SL1' is for: Shelter, Level 1. Let's go look."
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Saturday, 11 December, 10:50PM
"Other than being a little musty, the space is in good shape for its age, Joe."
"It is, Jack. Those old cots and bunks aren't the most comfortable places to sleep but they're better than a sleeping bag on the floor."
"I saw the chemical toilets on the lower levels but how do we ventilate the space?"
"Sarah, there are battery powered fans with hand cranks as an alternative. That means there are some filters at the top of the ventilation shaft. Need to find where that shaft goes above ground. We could tap the battery banks in the basement and provide some power to the shelter space. A few lights, the ventilation fans and maybe the 12 volt Engel coolers. Unless we run a generator we won't be using the electric cooktop or the refrigerator down there. Wonder if there are any MRE's in the box truck? Most of them would easily feed two kids. With enforced idleness, possibly two adults or three kids. If they have heaters, we could have a warm meal once a day."
"I see you're making notes as you speak, Jack."
"Yes, Joe. Too many things hitting me late in the day and all of them need attention in the morning. Back to my cup of tea and then to bed. We'll see how much the world has changed in the morning."
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Sunday, 12 December, 6:10AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. First to the radio and check for messages. 'Message' light is flashing red? Guess that's more important than flashing amber. What does the cheat sheet say? "Emergency message. Immediate threat to life or property."
Better get the headphones on.
{Russia invaded China overnight. Apparently headed for the region where chips are made. China fired a couple of missles but one blew up at about 38,000 feet and the other on the launch pad. The one at 38,000 feet triggered its nuke and appears to have had high EMP output as most of the area for miles around the launch site is now dark and no vehicles are moving. That could have been part of the reason for the one on the launch pad being triggered. From the mushroom cloud, the one that blew up on the launch pad also seems to have triggered its nuke. Expect fallout in the US in 72 to 96 hours. Exact locations, amount and intensity not yet known. There'll be a parachute drop of measuring equipment through the radiation cloud as it moves across the Pacific. The jet stream seems to be shifting toward Mexico so details on the path later today. The one positive thing is that they won't be able to launch anything else from that site. Dawkins will have potassium iodide for all plus dosimeters, radiation meters and some hazmat suits for adults. He's also bringing shelter plans and some MRE's. I saw the backhoe so know you can bury the trailers if needed. Keep our future safe. Tim.}
Nothing I can do about any of that except be ready for Dawkins. Down to the basement and reload the firebox. Still enough embers to get kindling going, so gently add to the pile of wood. That's good. The house seems colder today but that could be a psychological thing because of the morning's news. I'll check the thermometer out back. 38 degrees F. Coldest morning so far and some of the window openings are now covered by plywood. So perhaps it actually is cooler in the house. Definitely need to replace the damaged windows today. Go put on the coffee pot and water for hot chocolate. Need time to set priorities on my list for today. Telling the kids is at the top of that list, but how do I explain fallout? Replacing the windows is the second item on my list. Getting Sherry, Lexi and the 'C' team through firearms training should be next because of the craziness I expect when the general population hears about possible fallout. With radio and TV broadcasting shut down for lack of power, what others hear will be third or fourth or fifteenth hand word-of-mouth because so few people have the capability of listening to shortwave stations. Decent battery powered AM/FM/SW radios like the Sangean ATS505P are under $100. It runs on AA cells, has a BFO for listening to SSB and CW transmissions and includes an AC adapter plus a windup "longwire" antenna for better reception. With the Eneloop batteries and multiple chargers, we have plenty of charged batteries to use. When/if the squeeze flashlights die, the kids will be using some AA powered LED flashlights. For now, the squeeze lights because they are always ready to use. Having rechargeable batteries for things kids use gives almost unlimited life - the better handie-talkies and LED flashlights recognize rechargeable batteries and shut down when the battery voltage drops so they don't kill the batteries. Back to my list of priorities.
"I see you're prioritizing things, Jack. You have coffee on?"
"Yes to both, Joe. Need to tell Hazel and Bill when they get here. The kids need to know but I'm not sure how to explain fallout to a four year old."
"This was in the shelter."
"'My First Book About Nuclear Bombs'. That's an encouraging title."
"It's in cartoon format and it just might work for all of them. At least something to build on for the older ones."
"Joe, I'm sure the group with insatiable curiosity will want to know more. I'll send them to the bookshelf. Maybe 'How Things Work' or maybe the encyclopedia. Do we have replacements for the damaged windows?"
"Already been out to the barn and checked, Jack. There are replacements for all the windows. As cold as it is, I'm sure we'd prefer to install only the ones we need right now and do the others on a warmer day."
"Agreed. Better not to have large holes in the house when the temperature is below 40 degrees."
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
"Cameras show a truck with a crane pulling a large trailer. That should be Dawkins. Tim had left a message that Dawkins would be moving in today and bringing potassium iodide to keep radioactive iodine out of our thyroids if we get fallout. He is also bringing radiation meters and hazmat suits so we will know how bad things are here and can be outside briefly if needed. He's headed to the horse barn. I mentioned the tack room with a stove and I guess he'll be setting up shop there. I'll send kids to retrieve him when breakfast is ready."
"Fallout will change how we farm. Won't be able to let the cows in the pasture until it's cleaned. May need to scrape some of the topsoil off wherever we plan to grow anything. If we do, we'll need a place to bury that contaminated dirt."
"Need to get Bill onboard about that. Tim said the jet stream is moving south toward Mexico so the problems could mostly miss us."
"Mostly miss, Jack? If we don't get fallout, what problems will we have?"
"The shortages from power being off will continue to get worse, Joe. Plus some people will hear 'fallout' from someone else and assume they'll die the next day. You know that won't end well for the people around them. Need you to do firearms lessons for the girls who haven't had them. Charlie obviously knows how to shoot. I don't know about Crissy or Cyndy or Lexi. I taught Sherry some things but that was a couple of years ago. Maybe do a question and answer session to see where each of them is and bring them all to the same level and continue from there?"
"I'll get out the materials I used with the other kids. Let me know when to start."
"Probably after I tell them about Russia invading China and China launching nukes. I think some of the older ones are aware of how quickly people can turn on each other."
"Unfortunately, you are correct. Go wake the kids, Jack. Your morning needs something positive in it."
"I'll do that."
"Good morning, Amelia."
"Nice wake up."
(What's wrong, Daddy? You're not you this morning.)
(Some things that happened in other places in the world during the night. We'll tell you more at breakfast.)
(Can I help?)
(Later.)
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Interesting wake up session. Maddie and Charlie 'heard' my conversation with Amelia. They also asked to 'help'. None of them have any idea what's happening but they're all ready to 'help'. How could you be around these kids and not love them? I guess I did get 'something positive' out of it. They're all downstairs and working on breakfast but they're all subdued. Perhaps picking up the somber outlooks and expressions of the adults around them? We all look like we're going to a funeral. Best get on with things.
"Lisa, Alicia."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Get dressed and get your weapons and your coats. Then go to the horse barn and invite Dawkins to eat breakfast with us."
"Yes, Daddy."
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"Mr. Dawkins?"
"I'm in the tack room."
"Daddy said for you to come eat with us."
"I'm on my way."
"Kids."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Yes, Mister Jack?"
"You seem to have picked up on the somber mood of the adults. There are some good reasons for that mood. During the night, power went off in the United Kingdom and in much of Europe and Asia, including Russia. Russia invaded China, apparently hoping to take over the chip factories there. China launched two missles at Russia but one blew up in the air and the other on the launch pad. The one that was in the air was several miles up so mostly damaged electronics - radios, computers, vehicles. The one that was on the ground did a lot of damage to the launch area. Because it carried a nuclear bomb, the explosion created a lot of dangerous chemicals which will travel around the earth. As the cloud of material slows down, some of the things it carries will fall out of the air stream and land on the earth…"
"Fallout? Doesn't that turn people into zombies?"
"No zombies, Leah, but it can make you sick. The radiation cloud will take several days to get to the US and the jet stream could move north or south so the fallout might or might not land on us. We won't know for sure for a couple of days. If it comes, there's a safe place for us to stay in some rooms underground."
"The basement?"
"Not the basement, Debbie. A special place that's even deeper in the ground. If you need to know more, we'll tell you and show you."
"OK."
"Is there more information in 'How Things Work'?
"I don't think so, Amelia, but you will find more information in this book."
"OK. I'll read that one."
"Mr. Wilson, I have the satellite antenna on the truck. Digging a trench for the cables will probably take longer than tying down the dish. Some of the weather satellites beam a sequence of visible and IR images continuously when they're in the sun. They record data when they're in the dark and do burst transmission on request. I have a copy of the how-to sheet for you. The night pictures are good for spotting where people still have power. There are several countries with small hydro plants running."
"Thank, Dawkins. Maybe the satellites won't go down when I tune to them as the BBC and Radio Moscow did last night."
"I was listening to Radio Moscow as well. I thought that having the interruption in the middle of the announcer saying that Russia still had power was incredibly good timing."
"My thought was that the Russians weren't cozied up nearly as close with the Chinese as they thought they were. Before we set the dish, we could use some younger muscle to help replace the windows that were shot out and crashed through. There are replacement units in the barn so it's just removing the existing trim, cutting some nails, sliding out the old window, sliding in the new window and then nails or screws, caulk, spray foam and replace the trim."
"Those are easy. I did all the windows at my Dad's house two years ago. Easier to do the line up for insertion if you have two people but can be done by one person."
"Joe and Bill can get with you on that after we eat. I need all the kids to get with me after we eat. The Colonel sent me some pictures and he wants to know if any of you saw any of the people in the pictures before you got here."
"What about washing dishes?"
"Michelle, I'll ask Hazel and Sarah to take care of anything that needs immediate attention and I'll get with my usual helpers to finish washing and drying after you've seen the pictures."
"OK."
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"How many pictures, Daddy?"
"About 200, Celia. We'll look at part of them and take a break then come back and look at more of them. I think maybe 50 pictures at a time, unless you all agree to keep going. Remember that he's interested in people you saw before we came here. I'm pretty sure that Dawkins' picture is in here somewhere but you first saw him either on the way here or after you got here. Same for some others who've been here to help at different times."
"How will we do this?"
"Lisa, I'll display each picture for about ten seconds. If no one says anything, I'll go to the next picture. I need all of you to help me with this. If someone near you whispers something or jerks back or anything that tells you they've seen the person before, you tell me to stop and tell me who needs lap time."
"Won't lap time take longer?"
"Michelle, what if it's you that needs lap time?"
"Oh."
"Yes, it'll take longer but I need to know where and when you saw them - and maybe what they were doing. It's OK to tell me that you need one-on-one time about this. I'll make notes about which picture and who saw that person and we might spend the afternoon getting everyone who needs it time at the cabin to talk."
"You read us so good, Poppa."
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Sunday, 12 December, 12:10PM
I'm certain Tim will be happy to know that the kids only recognized two people. On the other hand, both of them were ones the kids had mentioned in previous sessions. Now I can put names, ranks and faces together. The kids don't need lap and shoulder time today about people who've been mentioned before. Neither of them has been here at any time. Afraid of being recognized? I'm pleased that there were only two, considering how many seemed to be involved in the rental of kids. I'll try what Dawkins suggested about pictures of the chemicals. Copy those two pictures to 'imagedata' on the thumb drive and 'Send Images' to Tim's mailbox. Done. See what response we get from that. The sounds of tools ended about halfway through the picture session so I'd guess the window replacement is completed. I heard a small gas engine running outside for a while when I was setting up to send the pictures to Tim but that's silent now. Wonder if Dawkins used the tiller with just a couple of tines to dig the trench for the satellite antenna cables? Certainly the fastest way. I hear some muttered words from under the sun porch. Not the easiest place to be running cables. I should go see what's been accomplished.
That's not Dawkins. Neither is that. It seems that Amelia and Charlie will be working for the time they get asking him questions. That's good. They need to know that even communications has some dirty work involved. Wonder where he got hazmat suits that small? At least their clothes will be clean when they take the suits off.
"Daddy, we got to help with the satellite dish and the cables! We're not big enough to use the tiller, but we shovelled the dirt back over the cables and packed it down so the rain tomorrow won't wash it away."
"It's been fun and I learned a lot!"
"Glad to know that my kids are helping and learning and having fun doing that."
"I hope it's OK, Mr. Wilson. They both begged to do 'something'. I did check under the porch before I let them go there."
"It's fine, Dawkins. While they're learning, they need to learn that most jobs have dirty work associated with them. Did you tell them about the rain or did you have them do the decoding?"
"I showed them the weather sat images and asked a few questions."
"I don't think there's a better way to learn than that. Thank you for putting up with them."
"I enjoyed having curious visitors who asked good questions. They're welcome any time unless I have the 'Secret' sign on the door or the door is locked."
"OK, girls. You've been told what the limits are. You also must have your chores done before you visit."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Mr. Wilson, I have software for your laptop so you can display the satellite images. There's a 'Sat Data' port on the radio that connects via a USB cable. I'll upload a file with the coordinates of all the satellites visible from this location. Some are in geo-stationary orbits and always in the same place. Others are in polar orbits and only overhead at certain times. The software will read the file and display the list by name or function and whether stationary or not. You get more than weather."
"Thanks, Dawkins. I'm guessing that you need power for the steering motors and the LNB?"
"Because the dish is so lightweight, the motors are only 40 watts each for azimuth or elevation. You can set the software to do them alternately instead of simultaneously to reduce the peak power demand. If you're not in a shooting war, the extra few seconds spent locating a satellite might be a good tradeoff for longer battery life. There's also a low power mode that's only 10 watts per motor but the seek times are much longer. The continuous power for the LNB is less than 5 watts so relatively low power."
"How do I tell the software where the dish is located?"
"The dish has a GPS with one meter resolution. It tells the software where it is when it connects."
"Excellent. Let's get lunch together and then we can connect some cables and see where in the world there might still be light."
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"Grilled cheese, Mrs. Wilson? Are you making cheese from the milk you get?"
"Not making cheese, Dawkins. The kids go through the milk too quickly to have enough left for making cheese. We do churn a little butter. This is canned cheese. You open the top and the bottom of the can, push out the wheel of cheese and slice it. Round cheese slices look odd but they work well on English muffins - something we bake occasionally."
"Then the buttermilk is also fresh?"
"Yes. We don't have many that want to drink it, but buttermilk biscuits and corn bread are very popular."
"Definitely the biscuits. They're some of the best I've ever eaten."
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"Everything is wired and the software has the dish coordinates so we have connectivity. Let's see if anyone on the dark side of the world has electricity."
"Daddy, how do you know where the world has sun and where it's dark?"
"Paige, this is a globe which is a model of what the Earth looks like. These lines are an hour apart so if it's 1PM here, it's 2PM on this line and 3PM on the next line and so forth. Sammy, you take this flashlight and be the sun. Point it about here."
"I see! The side with sun has light and the other side is dark!"
"Very good, Paige. If we go this far over, it's 7PM and we can see that it's dark or getting dark there. This line on the other side is 12 hours away, so it's 7AM and we can see that it's light or getting light there. All the places between those lines are in the dark."
"So this little country with the big name is dark?"
"Yes. I'll search for that name and it's on the list. See the name of the satellite that can see it?"
"A name has numbers in it?"
"Names of things sometimes do. There are several of these satellites and they get a name of four letters and two numbers. I click that name and the window pops up with 'Searching'. When it finds the satellite, that changes to 'Located'. When the dish has said 'Hello' to the satellite, it changes to 'Connected'. Then that window closes and we have the map of the area the satellite can see with colored outlines for each country. Do you see the country you asked about?"
"It's right here. You said this would show lights if there were any. I just see little white spots there and there."
"I'll zoom in and see if the map has a name for either place."
"There's some letters but I can't read them."
"They're in another language, Paige. Let me tell the software to use the English names."
"They both have 'm-i-l-l' in them."
"A mill is a machine that grinds grain. It can make corn meal from corn or flour from wheat. They were usually located by a river or stream so the flowing water could be used to turn the stones that grind the grain."
"So they use the river to turn the generator to make 'lectricity?"
"Yes, smart girl. Those are both small towns and they have power because they have old generators that don't need computer chips to make them work."
"There aren't many bright spots."
"Like in our country, Shannon, only a few generators are old enough to work."
"Does anyone have the solar stuff on the roof?"
"A few people may have it, Lisa, but one house doesn't show up when you're looking down from this satellite. You need a lot of houses that are lit up to be able to see the light."
"So you couldn't see us from the sat'lite?"
"No, Paige, we're not big enough or bright enough to show up on this type satellite."
"So we're kinda hid from other people?"
"Yes, we're kinda hid."
And none of them need to know - yet, anyway - that we're very visible on another satellite, which I'll be using for extended area surveillance later today.
"What about the internet?"
"I'll check that also, Michelle. Link one. We're connected to the satellite but there's no response from the ground station. Link two. Connected but no response. Link three. Connected to a very basic text page that lists the few sites that are known to be working. The ground station has solar backup but not enough battery capacity to run continuously. They plan to be on for at most 30 minutes at the start of each even hour during the daylight hours. We're in the 2PM half hour for the next few minutes. I'll save this page and read it in detail later. And the ground station is gone. I think it's safe to say that we won't find much available on the internet."
"What about the weather, Jack?"
"That's easier, Sarah. NOAA has a number of satellites up. Let's go to NOAA-11. I think the older kids might recognize the states on this map."
"That's Montana."
"That's Idaho."
"We're south and east of there, kids."
"We're about here?"
"Yes. What do the cloud patterns and the notes tell us?"
"Mr. Dawkins has a couple of laminated pages with all that on them, Daddy. This says rain is coming. This distance and the speed means it'll be here tomorrow. This says we'll have a lot of rain."
"Very good, Amelia. You did learn more than just how to crawl under porches and run cable. I'll get a picture of the Pacific Ocean. We wait several seconds while the dish finds that satellite. We have 'Located' and 'Connected'. Now the wide view."
"What's this odd color cloud?"
"Lexi, that's the radiation cloud from the explosion at the missile launch site. Which way is it moving?"
"East towards us, but also going south. Does that mean it might miss us?"
"That depends on how stable the jet stream is and whether the cold front that's moving down from Alaska affects it."
"So we won't know for another day or two?"
"That's correct, Amelia. But we can see which way it's moving and we have a safe place to stay if it comes over us. You need a hug?"
"Un huh!"
"Mr. Wilson, you gave us instructions for spoofing the 'quiet room' device using equipment in the comms truck. Could you do that with this radio?"
"Yes, Dawkins. Here's the original how-to sheet and here's the edited version. The changes are in bold print."
"You have used similar equipment before! I didn't know that you could interconnect those ports to get that type encryption. Having a script that saves the original encryption parameters and changes them to look like the 'quiet room' device is a real timesaver. It even writes the original parameters back when you end the session or the session aborts."
"Getting the encryption parameters correct on this radio required a little trial and error. Easier to script it all and be able to do the parts that work with one touch. And it does need the parameters set back to the original values whether the connect is successful or not. That part of the script ensures you still have comms when the testing is done. And that you know where you are. The script modifies any GPS coordinates that the radio may have to show it being 150 miles west of that location. I have a file of things Tim wanted 'leaked' so I recorded a conversation about them with Joe and it's on a thumb drive. Thumb drive into a USB port on the radio. Radio recognizes it. The script sees an audio file and the upload begins."
"That was a short conversation!"
"No, that was fifty to one compression of the audio file to reduce transmission time. There's the acknowledgement from the Chinese Embassy in DC. Beijing takes a little longer because they relay the message between satellites to get it halfway around the world. And we have their acknowledgement."
"What did you tell them?"
"Among other things, that there was an explosion and fire at the house here. One adult and two children survived but are in critical condition at the nearest burn hospital - by name."
"But that hospital's been closed for years!"
"Which makes it a great place for a sting operation. Dawkins, you'll be watching for activity along these roads and there's an air unit available to follow and/or eliminate any problems that show up."
"What's that pop-up window?"
"We have a message back. It's probably the encoded stream for a self-destruct. I think they want to eliminate the device and any trail it might be leaving. Any collateral damage would be a bonus. I'll tell Tim to not open the case again - we don't want the device to see that message. We should send a few more sets of mis-information over the next week or two just to make them wonder why the self-destruct didn't work."
"I just realized that the coordinates you used are the closed hospital! The apparent failure of the self-destruct is another reason for going there."
"That does give the appearance of the military commander being with the 'victims' of the fire."
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Need to inform Tim of the self-destruct order and see what he knows about the two whose pictures I sent. To the radio. PreSel 407.
{This is Jack Wilson. Is the Colonel available?}
{I'm here, Jack.}
{Two things. First, I spoofed the "quiet room" using the radio here and along with the acknowledgement from Beijing I got what I think is the self-destruct sequence. Do not open the case again. Better yet, take it out and blow it up.}
{I'll get someone on that now. I'll guess the second thing involves the pictures you sent earlier?}
{Correct.}
{They're both in the guardhouse. Told them we had victims and witnesses who can identify them and place them where they shouldn't have been and they can talk to me or I hand them over to you. One of them saw you start the interrogation of the UN Secretary and he is talking nonstop. I'll have things to pass on to several other commanders. The paperwork for all the kids is complete except for your signatures. I can send them to you as a signable PDF and you and Sarah can sign them and send them back. If you connect a thumb drive to the radio, I'll send them now. You can read them and sign them on your laptop then save them to the thumb drive and connect it to the radio to send them back. The procedure is on the how-to sheet for Emergency Managers.}
{Thumb drive is in place. Go ahead.}
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Sunday, 12 December, 3:05PM
"Sarah, need you for a few minutes."
"Yes, Jack?"
"Read over these adoption papers and verify that everything is correct. Then we sign them and send them back to Tim and the adoptions will be all nicely legal and recorded."
"Can you print copies for the kids involved? The others loved the idea of having something that 'proved' they were family."
"I'll fire up the laser printer for that. It's worth using the extra power to have a document where the ink doesn't run if the paper gets wet."
"It wouldn't be the first time we saw a kid in happy tears about being 'family'. How do I sign an electronic document?"
"That's one of the few things I find a touch screen laptop useful for. Here's the stylus and there's the line. Think of writing with a fountain pen - that's all the pressure that's needed."
"I'm doing this how many times?"
"Four signatures and six 'Initial Here' blanks for each kid. Five kids. Sign or initial, then hit the Tab key to go to the next blank. I think you might have writer's cramp when you finish."
"Your turn, Mr. Wilson."
"Thank you, Mrs. Wilson. I'll start printing each set of documents after I sign it. Each set will probably finish printing before I'm through signing the next set."
"Do we present these at supper or now?"
"I think we should make it an event, as we did with the other kids. Let's get the adoptees busy outside or with Bill or Hazel and let the others bake and decorate a sheet cake or a big cookie that will have a candle for each of them as we celebrate their 'adoption day'."
"The cookie is easier and more forgiving of cooking time. No one complains if chocolate or chocolate chip cookies are chewy. I'll ask Hazel to give our newest 'children' their first sewing lessons."
"That'll work. Printer's done. Staple the pages together and slip each set into a folder with the recipient's name on it."
"I'll speak with Hazel and then collect kids."
"I'll queue the signed documents for transmission back to Tim."
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"Of course I'll help you, Sarah! I think it's wonderful that you and Jack love these kids enough to make them family."
"Thank you, Aunt Hazel."
"No thanks needed, Sarah. I love teaching kids practical skills. Let me get a couple of the simplest patterns out and some pins and the good scissors and several of the flour sacks and …"
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"Michelle, Lexi, 'C' team. We've talked a little about school and today we're starting some of the practical lessons. Hazel will be giving you your first sewing lesson. Get your jackets - and your shoes. I'll walk you out to the bunk house."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Yes, Mister Jack."
"Other kids, you'll get your turn. There's only so much room at the cutting table and so much space around the sewing machine where you can stand and watch. While they're getting a sewing lesson, you'll be getting a cooking lesson."
"Yummy!"
"How do you know it's 'yummy', Leah?"
"Everything you cook is!"
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"We can't even get a sample?"
"You kids did get to lick the spoons and the mixing bowls, Debbie. No more until we surprise the others."
"Yes, Momma."
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"You have your list of pest killers, Jack?"
"Yes, Sarah. And pictures of most of them. The newer ones usually list the specific things they control but some are in industrial containers that only identify the active ingredient. I'll send the text list and the pictures to Tompkins and he can tell me which product works on which pests. Also the proper amounts to use and the best placement. Just need to type up the list and transfer the pictures to the thumb drive. The upload can run while I do other things."
"One of those other things will be getting the kids back here for supper. I checked on them earlier and heard lots of giggling so I think they're having fun."
"If Hazel is presenting sewing to them the same way she presents cooking, I'm not surprised that they're having fun while they learn. The house smells of something good baking. What will you tell the others when they come in?"
"That the cooking lesson was about cooking dessert."
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"Jack, do you know anything about a small ATV in the woodshed with a propane tank strapped to it?"
"I can guess who rode it here, Joe. The night I found Sherry, I noticed that something quiet was moving quickly across the yard. She probably parked it there because it was close to the bunk house propane tank. I never did ask her how she got here carrying a twenty pound tank. Maybe I'm getting old and forgetful."
"Maybe your mind is occupied with keeping a very large family safe, warm and fed and occasionally taking care of the local military contingent?"
"That's also possible."
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Sunday, 12 December, 6:05PM
"Need my assistant cooks in place to make supper."
"Coming, Aunt Hazel."
"On my way, Grandma Hazel."
"I believe you do enjoy teaching them, Aunt Hazel. You spent a couple of hours with sewing lessons and now you have something new for them to cook."
"I brought all the home canned things, Sarah, including stew beef and other meats. Tonight we'll have beef stew with eyeballs - and a few other things."
"I see that assortment of spices. There are a couple that I've never thought of using in stew."
"I'm always open to new ideas so I've read all of Jack's recipes. His take on Cincinnati chili gave me some ideas for stew. We'll see how it works out."
"I expect it to work out to requests for seconds."
"Hello, Mrs. Wilson."
"Hello yourself, Mr. Wilson. Get your batteries in an acceptably warm place?"
"The box is vented to the outside but is long enough to have a foot of it resting on a heating duct. I think it will stay acceptably warm and we get some additional capacity in the battery bank - something I expect we'll need in the next month or so."
"I'd say the clouds look like snow. What does the picture from space show?"
"The ground 100 miles north of us looks to have snow and the temperatures agree with that."
"How soon for us?"
"Dawson thinks perhaps two weeks."
"So maybe a white Christmas?"
"Or a couple of days before or after - you know how accurate the weather forecasts are. Are there decorations in the attic or somewhere? I'm sure we can find a tree outside."
"I should look. If so, we'll use what's here. If not, the kids can string popcorn and there are holly berries as well."
"Sarah, they'll get to appreciate the work involved in making your own decorations."
"Very definitely, Jack. Guess we should ask what each one wants for Christmas. Perhaps best if you do that one-on-one and we can work on involving other kids and adults to make the things that are possible happen."
"I'm almost positive I saw a couple of sleds in the barn when we were moving pallets in the loft. I should go check. There are a couple of good hills. One that we'll consider the 'bunny slope' and the other is the 'big kids' hill. Tuesday is our day to start the schedule back so I'll try to get three a day until all have 'had a turn'. That will hopefully give us time to work on Christmas requests."
"Good planning. Most of the things we can do shouldn't take a week."
"Did Hazel mention the pallets of kids' clothes and shoes that were in the second trailer?"
"Yes. Certainly some needed 'gifts' there."
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"Lisa, Alicia."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Hazel has kids setting the table so supper is almost ready. I want the two of you to get coats, weapons and flashlights, then check the cameras for any movement outside and then go tell Dawkins to come eat."
"Have my coat. Gun and flashlight are upstairs and I'll check the tablet while I'm there."
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"Mrs. Jackson, whatever you're cooking smells heavenly!"
"Thank you, Dawkins, but it's called Seriously Evil Stew."
"How did it get that name?"
"When you have time, read Chapter 4 in this collection of stories from Montana's early days."
"Sounds like I should read the whole book."
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"Dawkins, do you know how extensive Columbo's medical training is?"
"Mr. Wilson, he was in med school and wanted to be a surgeon. Then things happened in his family and he had to drop out. He's probably better trained than most of our non-degreed medics."
"Just exploring the extent of the services that might be available. Things like ob-gyn, maybe a C section, pediatrics for various ages."
"You and the missus thinking about having your own children?"
"That and being concerned about GG-183 having the girls in the one percent getting pregnant relatively young."
"You should tell him about your concerns and see how much of his background he's willing to share with you. I think the potential need here might persuade him to help. I'll ask him to stop by tomorrow - for lunch if it wouldn't be imposing."
"Not an imposition. We should at least feed him for taking time to come here."
"I'll contact him when I go back out."
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"Poppa?"
"Yes, Sherry?"
"May Charlie and I have bunk beds together? I think we're both ready to be with the older girls."
"I'll agree to that with some conditions."
"What conditions?"
"First condition: The 'C' team needs at least one more session together tomorrow. Second condition: If any of the 'C' team have bad dreams when they're separated, they'll be back together until the cause of the bad dreams is resolved."
"Mister Jack, we talked about having another group session and then maybe some one-on-one."
"We did, Charlie. We'll still plan for that."
"I'm OK with that."
"Me too, Poppa."
"Then get your things into that bunk room and then get back down here for dessert."
"Yes!"
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Sunday, 12 December, 7:40PM
"Everyone back to the table for the results of today's cooking lesson."
"Yes, Aunt Hazel."
"Why's there a towel over it, Mister Jack?"
"Because some of you need to be in different chairs. Michelle, Lexi, 'C' team over here."
"We never sit there."
"You do for dessert tonight because you need to read what's written."
"Written?"
"Yes, Crissy. I'll move the towel."
'WELCOME TO THE FAMILY'
"We're adopted?"
"Yes, Charlie. All of you and all legal and official. Your new Momma has a folder for each of you. Inside the folders are your copies of the adoption papers. You can prove you're family."
'Good thing you used the laser printer, Mr. Wilson.'
'I expected some water droplets on the pages, Mrs. Wilson. The same thing happened with the previous group when they got the paperwork.'
'I don't think we've had this many happy tears since then.'
'Probably not. We don't often make this many kids that happy.'
"Thank you, Momma. Thank you, Daddy."
"You're welcome, Michelle"
"Thank you, Momma. Thank you, Daddy."
"You're welcome, Charlie."
"Thank you, Momma. Thank you, Daddy."
"You're welcome, Lexi."
"Thank you, Momma. Thank you, Daddy."
"You're welcome, Crissy."
"I can call you Momma and Daddy now?"
"Yes, Cyndy."
"Thank you, Momma. Thank you, Daddy."
"You're welcome, Cyndy."
'And now all the others are telling them "Welcome to our family" and giving hugs.'
'And Sammy is giving a kiss on the cheek and saying "Hi, little sister". I expect there'll be happy tears for a while longer.'
'A very good end to the meal - and they haven't even asked for someone to cut the cookie.'
'Here's a knife for you, Mr. Wilson. You work out how to get that many approximately equal pieces out of that big cookie.'
"Does anyone want a slice of the cookie?"
"Me!"
"Me!"
"Me!"
"Me!"
"Enough! I think that probably means that all of you do. Even the adults."
"This is yummy!"
"Thank your new brother and sisters, Crissy. They did the mixing and baking and icing."
"Thank you all!"
"And from me!"
"And me!"
"And me!"
"And me!"
'You have a long book tonight, Jack? I think I'm already seeing signs of a sugar high.'
'I think they're all excited to be making an event out of the adoptions. The sugar just adds a little to the level of excitement. Tonight's book is somewhat longer, though. Give them another ten minutes or so and then call for jammies, brush and floss. I'll go get tonight's book.'
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"Kids. Jammies, brush and floss. Then your bedtime story."
"Yes, Mis… Momma."
"Either is OK, Cyndy."
"I like 'Momma' better. I'm just in the habit of saying 'Miss Sarah'."
"On the big bed as you were before. 'Once upon a time…'."
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"Jack, how did you know or guess that you'd be dealing with a big blended family?"
"Actually, Sarah, I bought that book because I like the author. If we'd never adopted a child, the story works for having friends or distant family staying with you for an extended period. It works even better for a house filled with adoptees."
"It certainly does. There were a few more happy tears and a lot of goodnight hugs. I don't think their patience and level of cooperation will last forever but it's certainly exceeded my expectations."
"As we've discussed before, these kids have come through some less-than-pleasant circumstances. I think they appreciate each other more and try harder to get along than most kids would."
"I can't argue with that. You didn't have to tell them to potty by age tonight. The older ones got everyone lined up and Lisa is reading a short book to the youngest ones while the older ones pee."
"Those little bits of spontaneous caring are probably a big part of them getting along so well. Different ones have found a number of ways of doing something for another person or group. I rather like them."
"I hope so! You're stuck with them now."
"So I am."
"And you have the idiot grin to go with that statement. Go do your nightly 'chore', Mr. Wilson."
"I will, Mrs. Wilson."
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Everyone down and hugged or kissed - or both. Down to the basement to load the furnace for the night. Need to slow the fire just a little so we'll still have some heat in the morning. I'll come down and load it and get it going hotter early tomorrow. Last time I looked at the thermometer it was 34; I expect it to drop below freezing before morning. Need to ensure the water barrels in the basement are filled during the afternoon when it's warm enough to pump water. If we get snow in a week or so, it will likely stick. Better plan on getting some snow shovels out of the shed and having them at the back of the house to clear the paths to the barns and chicken coop when needed.
There's a small puddle by the barrels? Looks as though someone kicked or tripped over a hose and pulled it hard enough to crack it at the connector. First, turn that spigot off. Need to check the supply of 2-by lumber and make some 'walk-overs' to protect the hoses. Better make a paper note of that. Done. Back to the dripping water. Need some tools. I think I saw some brass replacement connectors in a cabinet down here. Yes, in the third cabinet I check. Cut the hose several inches past the crack. Slip the worm-drive clamp over the hose. Insert the new connector - that's a two handed job with the snug fit of these connectors in this hose. Slide the clamp in place over the shank of the connector and tighten it. Connector back on the spigot. Spigot on. No drips. Use an old towel to dry the floor and hang the towel on a hook to dry. No paper towels in use here; only things that can be reused. I expect some resistance to the use of cloth wipes if we run out of toilet paper, but they're better than leaves or your finger and they can be boiled clean in a big kettle outside. That will not be a popular chore. Better check our stock of toilet paper - that's another paper note. Need to get several kids through another session in the cabin. For sure Crissy and Lexi need to talk about being "tied in the bag". I'll ask them if there were others. I'll go out and light that stove when I load the furnace in the morning and the cabin might be semi-habitable by the time breakfast is over. I do miss the convenience of electrically controlled heat with a timed thermostat. Up to join my better half. She was curious about one of my "tell you later" comments so tonight I'll tell her about Lexi's "brand".
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"So Lexi's the only one we have with a 'brand'?"
"Thankfully, yes, Sarah. I'll guess that her less-than-willing nature got her out of the group before they knew she was pregnant. She didn't know and I doubt that she would have told them if she had known. She's smart enough to not give them a reason to keep her. It's likely that no one was keeping close records of the periods of nine year olds. Not a big deal if an early starter is very irregular. I do need to get her to the point of telling Columbo so she and Jackie can get another level of prenatal care."
"Jackie?"
"Sarah Jacqueline - named for you and me for saving their lives. When I told her the baby's gender, Lexi's words were 'She's a person and she needs a name'. To be called Jackie so there's no confusion about who's being addressed."
"So you knew she'd keep the baby if at all possible."
"Without question. I told her that I might like Jackie and her mother, although I did make a 'pig in a poke' comment about Jackie."
"Complete with the 'What if it's a kitten?' followup?"
"Yes. She got it. And that's another reason I enjoy being with these smart kids."
"And them you."
"Tomorrow's Tuesday. Barring more events that we can't predict, we'll get the schedule started again in the morning. Somewhat shorter sessions, but all that want me get one-on-one time in the next week. At least Crissy and Lexi have something they haven't yet talked out. Neither could keep the bag over their heads when they were hyperventilating. I mentioned to Lexi that she wasn't the only one who couldn't manage having her head covered and she asked 'Somebody else was tied in the bag?' I should ask Crissy if she knows anyone else who was 'in the bag' and also mention it to Charlie and Cyndy. I might have more than just Crissy and Lexi in today's session. The 'C' team was already on my list for today."
"I saw Charlie and Sherry headed for the older girls' bunk room with big smiles on both faces."
"Sherry asked if they could bunk together and I gave conditional permission. The 'C' team still had another session and if anyone on that team had nightmares they would be back together until we resolved the nightmares."
"Very good, Dr. Wilson."
"Thank you, Nurse Wilson. I should take care of my wife before our children exhaust me tomorrow."
"I think she'd enjoy that."
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:19:23 GMT -6
Monday, 13 December, 5:40AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Dress warmly and go fire up the furnace then go light the stove in the cabin so some of the kids can use it today. Just a little cooler in the house than yesterday morning so the slightly slower fire was OK. I'll check the outside temperature on my way to the cabin. Firebox is loaded so adjust things for more heat to warm the house before I start waking kids. Get my coat and the Glock. Check the cameras. We have frost on many surfaces but nothing is moving. I'll gladly accept no wind. Put on coffee and the tea kettle and pot for hot chocolate. Outside. Thermometer on the back porch is showing 29. Not a day for sightseeing. To the cabin. Light the fire I laid yesterday. Bring in another load of mostly dry wood and give the stove a few minutes to burn in. Then adjust things as usual for an "I'll be back" level of heat. Back to the house and wake Sarah if she's not already up then wake the kids. Think I'll start with Lexi this morning so I can do something she'll like but that she's not ready to share.
Sarah's already in the kitchen.
"Good morning, Mrs. Wilson."
"Good morning, Mr. Wilson. I think that greeting might have one of our children asking 'Are you two at it again?'."
"She'll just have to deal with it. I'll go wake the 'newest' family first."
'Hi, Lexi.'
'Hi, Mi… Daddy. Nice wake up but why are we whispering?'
'So no one else sees me slide down your jammies just enough for a kiss below your belly button. Hi, Jackie.'
'She liked that wake up too! I should tell the others and Uncle Tim shouldn't I?'
'In another month or so, your body will at least be giving hints if not speaking out loud.'
'You're silly but you're right. Can I sit in your lap when I tell them?'
'You can and you may.'
'May? Oh, yeah. Able to and permission. I love you too, English teacher Daddy.'
'There's also something that at least you and Crissy need to talk about today, isn't there?'
'Un huh.'
'I should ask her about others?'
'We only talked a little but I think so.'
"Good morning, Lexi."
"Good morning, Daddy."
"Good morning, Charlie."
"Good morning, Daddy."
"I'll be back to this room in a minute."
"We know."
"Good morning, Crissy"
"Good morning, Daddy"
"Good morning, Cyndy."
"Good morning, best Daddy ever."
"Get sweatshirts and socks or get dressed for the day. I have more rooms of kids to wake."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good morning, Michelle."
"Good morning, Daddy."
Newest 'family' awake. Continue with the older girls in this room and then to the other rooms. I smell something good but won't mention it unless one of the kids does. All awake and a few sniffing the air but not sure what they smell. Some very different eggs but I think they'll all clean their plates. Cheese omelets with a set of spices they've not had before - except Sherry and I think her grin tells me she knows what's cooking and is having fun keeping the secret. Plus one slice of differently spiced French toast on the side that I don't think she's had. I'll enjoy watching this.
"Smells good, Momma!"
"Un huh!"
"I'll fill the warm plates as I take them from the oven. Older kids, grab a pot holder or oven mitt and serve the younger ones first."
"Yes, Momma."
"Jack, if you'd serve the hot chocolate."
"Your wish is my command."
"Ew! You're getting mushy!"
"Celia, I happen to like 'mushy' on occasion so you can put your fingers in your ears - but you may find it hard to eat like that."
"Momma!"
"It's yummy!"
"Can I have more?"
"I don't know, Michelle. Are you able to put more on your plate?"
"May I have more?"
"One scoop of eggs. One slice of French toast. Then put down your plate and you can serve the kids lined up behind you."
"OK. One scoop. One slice. I'll put my plate on the back of the stove to keep it warm. My bunk room, need enough of you to help the little ones get their plates back to the table."
"I knew what the eggs were when I smelled them, Poppa, but the toast is new to me."
"Why didn't you tell us, Sherry?"
"Charlie, you had more fun trying something you didn't know anything about."
"I guess you're right. Will we all be like that when we've been around Daddy too long?"
"You're sharp today, Charlie!"
"Thanks, Amelia."
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"Crissy, get your coat. I have some questions for you before I take the 'C' team out."
"Got it, Daddy. Is the cabin warm?"
"I lit the stove out there before I started waking up kids this morning. It should be OK."
"You don't look like this is gonna be fun."
"It's not, Crissy. When you were hyperventilating, you couldn't stand having a bag over your head. That tells me you had a bag tied over your head or maybe over more of you. Talk to me."
"You read me too good. I really don't wanna talk about it."
"Neither does Lexi but she said I should ask you about others who experienced it."
"It's too hard!"
"After all the other things you've told me, daughter, why is this harder?"
"Because we knew who was in the sack! But if we didn't pee and poop on them and hit them enough, we were in the bag again. Charlie was first. Then me. Then Cyndy. Then another bag that they said they wanted the girl killed. When I talked with Lexi, she told me she was that girl. She knew 'cause they called us by name and told each of us what to do. Cyndy's never swung a bat very good so she couldn't really hurt Lexi. Me and Charlie swung hard but mostly hit the loose parts of the bag against the floor and made a lot of noise. Lexi screamed real good when we hit the bag but not her. She told Charlie when we were out in the cabin. She knew we tried to make it look real and she bit her lip hard to stay still when they took her out of the bag. There was blood running out of her mouth so they thought she was almost dead and sent her to the ship. She bit her lip again when they started taking kids onto the ship and they thought she was almost dead and mostly left her alone and waited for her to die. Then the soldiers came on the ships and got her and the others off."
She got it out but this will not end well. To the bucket. Hold her hair back. Let her know I'm still here.
(I love you, Crissy.)
Seconds at breakfast were not the best choice today. She keeps bringing stuff up. Sorry, Crissy, but I didn't get my 'controlling puke' lesson yesterday and I don't want to dabble in areas I know nothing about. Better to let this run its normal course than for me to make it worse. She's stopped. Time for the water drill, a face wash and a fresh shirt. Her head on my shoulder for a 30 minute nap and then back inside for the others. Four kids with me on this bed will be a little crowded but that might be four kids out here with only three on the bed with me and Crissy hovering to help.
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Time's up.
"Hi, Crissy."
"Hi, Daddy. Nice wake up. You were right that I needed to tell. You're gonna bring the others out now?"
"Yes. 'C' team plus Lexi. We'll see what each of you needs and whether the 'C' team or Lexi might need sessions later."
"Four of Rachel on you on the bed might be OK. The four of us on you on the bed is kinda crowded."
"Helping you wash in the toilet on the bus was also kinda crowded."
"But you did what I needed then and you'll do what we need now."
"I might like you a little bit."
"Enough to adopt us! We'll manage even if it's crowded."
"Back inside. I'll get Lexi. You tell the rest of the 'C' team."
"Yes, Daddy."
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Monday, 13 December, 10:10AM
An hour to talk and for two of them to puke and get cleaned up. An hour nap for all of them. Will the 'C' team need a session of their own? Will Lexi need another one-on-one? I'll ask when I wake them. Can I cobble together a vent fan from some miscellaneous parts? Build that in my head while they sleep. Sarah's correct that I never stop unless I'm asleep - always planning or mentally building something if I'm not doing something physical. Need to get with Joe and Bill on what food crops we have the resources to grow. And get Hazel involved on how much we can augment the things we grow with military LTS foods or vice versa. What's the time? Close enough to an hour. Use their preferred alarm clock.
"Hi, Lexi."
"Hi, Daddy. I'm glad you got all of us together for this. I got to thank all of them."
"Think you're ready to make your announcement to the others and your Uncle Tim?"
"Maybe that I'm pregnant. Not yet on who the father is."
"How did Amelia and Charlie treat you after they knew you were pregnant?"
"Like a sister."
"Do you think that telling them who the father is will change that?"
"It won't, will it? They love me like I was family and they don't care who caused my problem - they just want to help me with it."
"You think your Uncle Tim might feel the same way?"
"You're so smart, Daddy! He knew some of what happened to me and he only asked about the things that were easiest for me to tell. He may be very angry with the father but he'll love me the same."
"He might love you more. There are two of you now."
"You make things seem so much better!"
"I'm just helping you see the more positive side of things."
"You're good at that."
"I should wake some other girls."
"Hi, Charlie."
"Hi, Daddy."
"Hi, Cyndy."
"Hi, Daddy."
"Hi, Crissy."
"Hi, Daddy. You did manage to get all of us on you."
"It helps that you and Cyndy are very slim."
"But my jeans are getting kinda snug."
"Maybe you've been eating better than before?"
"Better stuff and more of it!"
"So there's a reason your body is growing?"
"You and Momma take good care of us."
"Hazel being a great cook might also be involved."
"You're all great cooks! Everything has been yummy!"
"Be sure and tell the cooks how good the food is and remember to say 'Thank you'."
"Is lunch ready?"
"Probably not for another hour, Cyndy, but I hear your tummy growling. I want all of you to think about something until after lunch. Does the 'C' team need a session of the three of you with me? Does Lexi need a session with me? I think that all of you might still have some things to tell me. Think about it and I'll ask each of you after lunch."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Shoes and coats and back to the house. I'll add some wood to the stove and close the damper partway to keep a low fire going in case I come back out with someone."
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"Jack, there's a message on the radio."
"Thanks, Sarah."
Headphones to contain anything scary. Press 'Message'.
{Mr. Wilson, this is Tompkins. Connect a thumb drive to the radio and press 'Retrieve Data'. There are some text files on primary and alternate uses of the chemicals you have. There are also some spreadsheets that help you compute how much of each chemical is needed by area type and size. There are also some fertilizer spreadsheets by type of crop and season. Remember that ammonium nitrate and diesel make one of the best expedient explosives if you need to remove stumps after the tree cutting you've been doing. There's a spreadsheet that gives amounts and proportions for various uses.}
Thumb drive in. Display has '2GB Free'. Hit 'Retrieve Data'. Data light is flickering. Boot the laptop while the data transfers.
Bee-doop!
And it's finished. Display has '1GB Free'. I need to copy this to the laptop and get out another thumb drive. Better if I keep a backup of all the 'farm' data in one place. Hit 'Disconnect USB'. Display has 'No Drive'. Move the thumb drive to the laptop. Create a 'FarmData' directory. Copy all the new items. Open the 'anfo.xls' spreadsheet and see how much demolition info we have. Don't plan on taking out a Russian T-72 tank but that data would work for any big truck and many pieces of construction equipment. Smaller things do include stumps - by tree type and diameter - as well as optimum explosive placement for removing stumps. Thinking of explosions - we never got a fallout alert of any kind. I should ask Dawkins. Put the thumb drives in a secure place - in this instance, that's the gun safe. Out to see if Dawkins is available. No signs up so knock before I enter.
knock. knock.
"Enter."
"A question for you, Dawkins."
"Yes, Mr. Wilson?"
"We never got a fallout alert after the initial announcement that it was headed to the US. Where did it go?"
"There's a trail of radiation in the Pacific Ocean but it missed all the inhabited islands. It's anyone's guess how the ocean currents will distribute that fallout. Between the shift in the jet stream and the cold front that moved in, the fallout cloud went just south of the Mexican border. There's a ten to 15 mile 'hot' zone and anyone who walks through it will be showing obvious signs of radiation sickness before they reach the other side. Some of the fallout wound up in the southern part of the Gulf and they're not sure how much it could affect the marine life. For now, no one's out fishing from the US except by rowboat or sailboat. There'd been very little traffic across the Mexican border except those heading south for some time and even that had slowed to a trickle. There are some radiation warning signs up inside the US border but no one is watching the border now. Too far to tunnel and too deadly to cross overland. No power means very little fuel so almost no air traffic outside the military and we're not flying much. I've had a couple of remote reading radiation meters out since the morning I arrived and there was just a tiny increase in background count when the cloud went south of us. We'll all be fine. Had there been enough radiation to be concerned about, I'd have had the potassium iodide out for everyone."
"Thanks, Dawkins. If you're living here, we should be on a first name basis."
"Small problem there, sir. My name's Jack."
"I agree that could be a problem. Why don't you tell the kids to call you 'Mister D'? It's a little friendlier."
"I'll do that."
Sarah mentioned the horse breeder. I should go practice my satellite recon skills and see if I can find horses from space.
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"Sarah, how much do you and the others know about raising horses?"
"Me, just a little. Dad more. Uncle Bill a lot - they raised horses some years ago. Why?"
"Look at these images and tell me if you think someone is caring for these animals."
"Not for a number of days. But there is heat shimmer from the house's chimney."
"I think we should check on those folks. My concerns would be raiders, GG-183 and asphyxiation - in that order."
"You should get Tim involved."
"True."
To the radio. PreSel 407.
{This is Jack Wilson. Is the Colonel available?}
{One moment, sir.}
{I'm here, Jack. Had an injured child on horseback flag down one of our patrols to tell us their ranch had been shot up and most of the people there were dead. It's a few miles from you.}
{I did a sat scan of that place a few minutes ago to see if they still had horses. Looks like the horses have not been cared for in days, although I saw heat shimmer from the house's chimney.}
{The girl said she'd been hiding in a cave near a stream for a couple of days and went looking for help when she'd not seen or heard anything overnight. Could you take in another child? Columbo has tended her immediate physical needs and she's clinging to him but she needs care we can't give.}
{Let me check with the others. If they agree, I want Columbo to bring her and I need to know some details about his medical training. That information will just be between the two of us. I see the potential for a much expanded role for him and need to know what parts of it he thinks he can handle.}
{Thanks, Jack. I think I saw a horse barn at your place. Do you have someone who could care for those animals? I see a huge potential loss if they're left to run wild.}
{Bill has raised horses. I'll ask in more detail. The kids can do some of the care but we may be short of adult hands.}
{I'll check for anyone here with experience. Is there room for more than one in Dawkins' quarters?}
{If we had bunk beds.}
{That I can provide. Let me know when you've talked with the kids.}
{I'll ask at lunch. Who is she? How old is she? What's the extent of her injuries?}
{Columbo will send some files and pictures.}
{I'll contact you in two hours or less.}
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Get another thumb drive from the backpack I keep the laptop in. To the radio. 'Retrieve Data' is flashing. Plug in the thumb drive. It flickers to life. Display has '64GB Free'. 'Data' light is flashing. I'll come back when it tells me the data transfer is finished.
"Sarah?"
"Back here, Jack. Your tone of voice tells me something needs your attention."
"Tim says a child on horseback stopped one of their patrols to report that their place had been raided. She was injured but got away and has been in a cave for a day or two waiting for things at the house to be quiet. He said that Columbo has tended to her physical injuries but that she needs care they can't give."
"I can read between the words of that statement. What do you know about her?"
"That she can ride a horse. Columbo is sending info and pictures."
Bee-doop!
"His info is now here. I'll move the thumb drive to the laptop and see what we have."
Open 'jennyp.doc'. It has some words underlined and some in red. A message within a message.
'Her name is Jennifer Paulson. Goes by Jenny. Says she's eleven but probably barely nine. She admitted to being 'beat up' but the bruising and bleeding I saw tell me much more. I did not question what she said, but I'm confident she knows that I think there's more to her story. Considering the type of 'injuries' you're dealing with, I'll tell you anything you need to know of my history. The Colonel knows a bit of the circumstances but not the details. Pictures of Jenny's injuries in the 'imagedata' folder. I can bring her when you call. She was 'cold' even inside near the stove and in wrapped in blankets so I started a couple of IV's. I suspect damage that I can't see. With no MRI or CAT scan available, I need help.'
"Sarah, read this and look through these pictures."
"Jack, I'd say get her now, but the kids need to be involved."
"What if we tell them just these items and show them these two pictures?"
"I think they'll all recognize those injuries. I'll get them all down here and you can do the presentation. While you're doing that, Hazel and I can make PB&J and what she started for lunch can be for supper. The kids can eat a quick lunch and then vote."
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"Daddy?"
"Yes, Lexi?"
"She needs you and Momma now. Not after we eat."
"Other kids raise your hand if we should get Jenny here now."
"That's all of them, Jack."
"Then back to the radio for me. Make another PB&J and set another plate. Jenny can eat with the others if she's up to it but if she's not able to eat she will have a place at the table."
"In progress."
PreSel 407.
{This is Jack Wilson.}
{I'm here, Jack.}
{The other kids said to get Jenny here as soon as possible.}
{20 minutes or less.}
"Kids, Jenny will be here in 20 minutes or less. Take your time with lunch. She may not feel like eating but she'll know she's accepted if there's a place for her at the table."
"Yes, Daddy."
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Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
14 minutes. He did say 'or less'. Good thing I already had the gate open or he might have opened it with the Humvee.
"Mr. Wilson, this is Jenny."
"Hi, Jenny. I'm Mister Jack. Would you like to eat lunch with our kids?"
"You're safe! Hold me!"
"She's fainted, Columbo."
"I think it's blood loss. I'll start another unit of plasma."
"Sarah! Need some healing!"
"Get her to the sofa. I'll scan her. Vaginal and anal tears and damage to her liver and spleen. Aunt Hazel, your hands here and here. Jack, your hands there and there. Brace yourself, Jack. This will be the most power I've ever tapped from anyone. Spleen first."
"Her blood pressure is up a little, ma'am."
"Now the liver."
"Blood pressure up a little more, ma'am. Pulse is stronger. You OK, sir? You're really sweating!"
"Never before expended this much energy standing still."
"Her toes are pinking up so excellent circulation now, ma'am."
"Now the tears. Two vaginal and one anal. Biggest one first."
"Blood pressure close to normal, ma'am. Pulse strong and steady."
"Now the other two. Amelia, bring your Daddy a double peanut butter sandwich and a glass of tea as sweet as Celia likes it and a straw. Jack, you need carbs and some protein. Amelia, feed him the sandwich. Alicia, hold the straw so he can drink the tea."
"Yes, Momma."
"Now the internal cleanup. This will take a while. Dad, can you bring the kitchen stool for Jack? I still need him but he needs to sit."
"Got it, Sarah. Sit, Jack."
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"Ma'am, I've heard of healers with this kind of power but I never encountered anyone even close to your ability."
"What you encountered was me, my Aunt Hazel and the power of Jack's mind. We were doing the repair work but with the power we tapped from him."
"A male healer is not something I've ever heard of."
"Columbo, I'm not a typical male. I had an injury to my brain that caused it to do some re-wiring and those changes seem to have tapped part of the 90 percent of our brains that most people don't use. This isn't the first time Sarah has tapped that power but it is the first time two healers have tapped into it. I think I could eat a side of beef and then sleep a week."
"Jenny seems to be in normal sleep. I didn't know if she'd survive the trip with her vitals so unstable but now all that's obvious are the bruises."
"Daddy can help with the other things."
"You seem very confident of that, Lexi."
"I've seen some of those bruises before. On me. He can help."
"Considering where you are now and where you were a few days ago, Lexi, I must agree with you. How does he do it?"
"He's very good at making us feel safe and getting us to talk about the hurts. He'll do that for Jenny."
"She did say 'You're safe' and reach for him just before she fainted. She must have seen something that made her feel safe."
"She also saw a little of that in you, Columbo, or she wouldn't have let you do anything for her."
"Ma'am?"
"Let me tell you a story that began with the Black Death…"
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"All these kids see what people are like, Mrs. Wilson?"
"Not all of them, Columbo. Just the ones with the right family line. We know now that the kids in that line also have the genetic marker that protected them from GG-183. Some other kids have that marker but don't see auras. We're still doing our own analysis of that. If encouraged along the way, the kids who see auras can begin training as healers around age nine. They don't have the power to do more than minor healing: maybe relieving a few bee or wasp stings - but not dozens of them - or healing small cuts and scrapes. They learn by literally being 'in the loop'. We don't know how it works but a young healer can be a conduit for much more power than she can generate. You saw us with hands on either side of the injured areas. For smaller injuries, Amelia could have been in the loop with me. This time we were dealing with major injuries and time was critical so Aunt Hazel and I were both working and we were tapping into Jack for the additional power we needed. If you look at Jenny's skin where Jack's hands were touching her, you'll see handprints for several hours. Think of them as not-quite-first-degree burns from the amount of his power we were using."
"You're right. I still see the handprints. I'm obviously out of my league here so why do you need me at all?"
"Could you do a C-section?"
"If I had an adequate operating room and anesthesia and scalpels and clamps and all the other pieces you'd find in an OR set up for that."
"Could you do one on a ten year old?"
"She's pregnant?"
"No. But what if we find a girl who started menstruation early and was used as Jenny was used and is pregnant?"
"I might use a chemical to abort…"
"What if the girl said she wouldn't kill her child?"
"I'd be in awe of a child that strong and would be searching medical and surgical texts for the how-to."
"Daddy, I have a question about something upstairs."
"I'm right behind you, Lexi."
'I should call Tim, little mother?'
'I need to tell him before I tell the medic that he has eight months to find out how to do it.'
'Partly because Columbo thought you were strong?'
'And partly because you've been telling me that in little ways every time we're together.'
'You go hold Jenny's hand. I think she'll feel safe if she wakes up with another girl by her and Columbo still there.'
'You think she's family to Momma?'
'Perhaps a very distant cousin. Sarah doesn't remember anyone they considered family living near here.'
'Something else to explore?'
'Yes.'
PreSel 407.
{This is Jack Wilson. Is the Colonel available?}
{I'm here, Jack.}
{Two things, Tim. First, Sarah and Hazel were able to heal Jenny's internal injuries. Second, Lexi wants to talk with you.}
{I'll be on a conference call about power grid status for another 30 minutes but I'll be at your location 20 minutes after the call ends.}
{I'll tell her.}
"Lexi, he'll be here in about an hour."
"You'll go with me to tell him?"
"Whatever you need. Meanwhile, I'll check the stove in the cabin and ensure it'll be comfortable in there when he arrives."
"I love you, best Daddy ever."
"I might…"
"Like me a little bit?"
'Yes."
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"Mr. Wilson, do you have a private place to talk?"
"The cabin outside. I fed the stove recently so it should be semi-habitable."
"Seems warmer than our tents."
"Unless you have double-wall tents, they always seem cold. If you don't have a double-wall, you can pitch a small tent inside a larger tent and get a similar insulating effect. Having pallets or the like under the floor of the inner tent can also make it warmer by having it off the ground."
"Is there anything you don't know?"
"Whether the 99 percent kids who were infected by GG-183 before puberty will be fertile. That's a question one girl asked and I couldn't give her an answer other than 'We don't know yet'."
"That's a question I hope never to be asked by a child. Let me tell you my story…"
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Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
Tim is here. Hold Lexi's hand as we go to the door.
"Hi, Uncle Tim!"
"Hello, favorite niece."
"Come with me and Daddy."
"Lead on, Lexi."
"Uncle Tim, I accidentally told you part of what happened to me the first day I was here. Daddy told me about watching your expressions change. I was used in any way you can imagine. Don't interrupt or I may not be able to finish. I'm pregnant. I described the man to Daddy and he told me it was the Pope. I want to keep the baby. I won't kill her. She didn't do anything to me. Hold me, Daddy!"
"I don't think this will end well, Tim. If you don't want to watch, I understand. There's nothing you can do except tell her you love her when she's calm enough to talk."
"I'd stay and hold her but she feels safe with you and that's where she needs to be. I never imagined that she was that strong and determined. I'll guess that she would want control of who else knows and when they know?"
"You'd be correct. I think she might be ready to share being pregnant with the others when she's over this. Hiccups. Time to have her at the bucket."
"I can't watch, Jack. I'll be outside or in the house."
"Go back inside. I'll let her have a 30 minute nap before we return."
"Thanks, Jack."
She's water drilled, face washed, in a fresh shirt and on my shoulder. You are a very impressive little girl when you do big girl things like this.
(I love you, Lexi.)
We have a smile and a little more snuggle. Another 20 minutes before I wake her. You need an hour nap, little mother, but Tim needs to see you functional before he leaves and you need to tell some other people.
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"Hi, Lexi."
"Hi, Daddy. Nice wake up and the 'I love you' in my head always makes me feel safe and loved."
"Safe enough to tell some other people?"
"In your lap?"
"Yes, but I think we had this conversation before - with 'can' and 'may' in it."
"Oh, yeah. We did. I'll tell all of them - and Columbo. He needs to know how in eight months."
"Correct. Get your coat."
"OK. Hold my hand?"
"Yes. Still a little scary?"
"Un huh. But you make it better."
"Jenny's still asleep?"
"She's stirring a little, sir. She might be hungry - we couldn't get her to eat anything. She said something about 'no poison'."
"Let me hold her hand. Amelia, get the plate with the uncut PB&J and a knife."
"Huh? Where am I? Who are all these people? You're safe! Hold me?"
"Hi, Jenny. I'm Mister Jack. This is my wife, Miss Sarah. These are our kids. They'll all tell you who they are tomorrow. I don't think you're ready to remember a dozen names. Would you like something to eat?"
"No. Poison."
"What if I let you cut the sandwich in half and you choose which half I eat?"
"Really?"
"Here's the knife."
"OK. You eat that half."
"OK."
"You're gonna eat it?"
"My daughter Amelia made it. There's no reason not to eat it."
"You're eating it!"
"I told you that my daughter made it. She makes good PB&J. You want the half that's on the plate or part of this half?"
"What's left of your half."
"OK. Here."
"This is good!"
"I told you, Amelia makes good PB&J. This one has raspberry jam in it."
"Can I have the other half?"
"You may."
"Are you a teacher?"
"Not as my job, but I am picky about how kids use words. You want some fresh milk to wash that down?"
"Un huh."
"Alicia, would you pour a glass of milk?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"You drink out of the glass first."
"OK. It's very good."
"Can I have more?"
"You may have more but something other than PB&J. Lisa, would you bring a slice of cornbread, the butter and a knife?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"You bite it first."
"OK, Jenny. I'd like it sliced open and some butter spread inside. And a little more butter on the outside. Aunt Hazel makes good cornbread."
"Gimme!"
"No. You say 'Please' and then 'Thank you'."
"Please may I have the cornbread?"
"Yes, Jenny."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"H-H-Hold m-m-me?"
"I think Jenny's at her limit. We'll go to the cabin for her to cry this out. Lexi, would Sarah's lap work for you?"
"Yes, Daddy. You take care of Jenny. She needs you more than me right now."
"I think I know why you need lap time, Lexi."
"You were the first to know, Momma. Mister Columbo, you have eight months to find out how to deliver a baby for a ten year old. I'm about one month pregnant."
I see why Jack sometimes seems lost in thought when events unfold. There are so many conversations going on that I have no idea of who's talking to whom - but the kids all seem to know. Columbo looks totally lost. He did just get saddled with being an ob-gyn for a pediatric age mother.
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"Jenny, we're in the cabin that I use when my kids need some private time to talk about things they don't want to tell everyone. And sometimes the things that they don't want to remember or talk about at all."
"Your daughter said I needed you more than she did. How did she know?"
"We adopted her recently. She'd been treated very badly by a number of other people and she and I have had some long talks out here. She tells me that it's hard to talk about the hurts that have happened to her but that she feels better when she tells me what happened."
"That'd be hard to talk about."
"See the clothes over there?"
"Un huh."
"We always have a change of clothes because sometimes the hurts are so bad a kid can cry until she pukes. The washtub and that bag of water serve as a shower if she gets puke on her or in her hair or both."
"It's really better if I tell?"
"It will hurt to tell me, but you'll feel better after you tell."
"Everything?"
"Yes, everything. Being hit. Probably here and here and here. Being entered here and here."
"How do you know?"
"Do you remember the medic who treated you?"
"Columbus?"
"Columbo. He brought you to us because my wife Sarah is a healer and can heal things he can't. Without power, the hospitals and their operating rooms don't work. Sarah and her Aunt Hazel are healers of a different kind and could see what your injuries were and fix them."
"But you were there. This mark matches your hand."
"Yes, I was there. It's a long story and I think it's more important for you to tell your story."
"I don't really wanna tell anything but you did make me feel better so …"
This won't end well. I hope the repairs can withstand the heaves she's going through. She'll be hungry when she's calmed down from this - she's lost all of the little we got her to eat. Good thing there's water on the stove from earlier. She needs a shower from the puking and from what happened to her. Columbo cleaned her up a little but she needs shampoo and serious soap and water. She's stopped. Take her through the water drill. Get her out of the puked-on clothes. I agree with Columbo - she's no more than nine, if that old - and very skinny. Put the little stool in the washtub and let her sit while I wash her hair. Once the dirt is out, I think this hair may be a great shade of red. Needs a second lather. Rinses out as mostly soap this time instead of mostly dirt. Now to encourage her to wash the rest of her. Soapy water running down her body leaves clean tracks. This is more than 'a couple of days' in a cave - more like a week sleeping on the ground. How did she manage the strength to get on the horse and get found? She's less dirty now but she needs a second pass of soap and water on all of her. Maybe she'll stay awake long enough to do that for herself.
Now that it's clean, it's a nice face and the pretty green eyes go well with her red hair. Help her out of the washtub and have her stand on one towel while I help her dry and mostly dry her hair with another towel. Hold her hand for balance while she gets dressed. Get the brush and she's in my lap for 100 strokes on her hair. And asleep sitting up. Carry her to the bed. On my shoulder Set my watch for an hour.
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Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Jenny looks better. More human that feral animal. And a rather pretty human. Let's do the forehead kiss.
"Hi, Jenny."
"Hi, Mister Jack. Kiss my lips?"
"That's something you must choose so my touch doesn't scare you. One little girl lip kiss."
"That's a nice wake up. We were talking and I puked and then it's kinda fuzzy."
"I got you to rinse your mouth and brush your teeth so it didn't taste so bad. Then I had you sit on the stool in the washtub and I washed your hair twice and I helped you with washing your body twice. Then I helped you with clean clothes and brushed your hair but you were asleep sitting up so I carried you to the bed and let you nap with your head on my shoulder."
"I feel better. Both from talking and from being clean. You won't call me 'Ginger' will you?"
"Typically only people from the UK call red haired people 'Ginger'…"
"You didn't say red headed!!"
"Your head isn't red. Your hair is."
"I'll like being with you. You treat me like a real person."
"You look real to me. You jump if I tickle your ribs or I squeeze this place above your knee or I run my finger up your foot…"
"Stop! Gotta pee!"
"Use the bucket."
"It smells bad."
"Or you can use the outhouse."
"It's too cold!"
"Better use the bucket before you leak."
"Hold me so I don't hafta sit on it."
"OK. Jeans and underwear down. Feet here. Sit with your thighs on my hands."
"You've done this before."
"I have daughters and granddaughters. We've had to make do before. Wipe. Clothes up. Wash your hands. Yes, dipper and wash pan. Dump the pan in the bucket. We'll dump it in the outhouse."
"Where'd this coat come from?"
"Amelia tucked it under my arm when I started out with you."
"She's your daughter?"
"One of them."
"How many kids do you have?"
"More than a dozen. Mostly in three age groups. You should be with the other nine year olds."
"How'd you know?"
"I've had occasion to have a number of them cry to puking on my shoulder. I have an excellent set of references for what a nine year old female body looks like."
"The doctor didn't believe that I was eleven when I told him that. He didn't believe what I said about how I'd been hurt."
"He was correct and he contacted us. And you're still alive because of that."
"I guess I owe him and you."
"And Sarah and Hazel who did most of the healing of your body."
"How did you know that making me be polite would get me to tears?"
"You'd been trying to be on your own for a week or more, you were out of safe food and you needed someone to be strong for you."
"You're the best Daddy ever."
"I've been told that before, but I haven't met all the daddies in the world so I don't know if it's true."
"OK. The best Daddy I ever met."
"It seems I have another smart girl who does good logic."
"I love being told that I'm smart!"
"Get your socks and shoes and that coat on and we'll go back to the house. I think you're probably hungry again."
"Un huh! Hold my hand?"
"Of course. A little scary to be with all those strangers?"
"Un huh."
"Answer me some questions. Who got you the PB&J?"
"Amelia."
"Who poured the milk?"
"Alice?"
"Alicia. Who brought the cornbread?"
"Lisa. They're not all strangers. I know three names 'cause they helped take care of me!"
"So maybe not as scary as you first thought?"
"No, but I still wanna hold your hand."
"Did you know that your grandparents probably danced to a song about that?"
"Huh?"
"The Beatles had a hit song titled 'I Want to Hold Your Hand'."
"That's a funny title for a song."
"Remind me another day and I'll see if it's on one of the music players."
"You have 'lectricity?"
"See the things on the roof?"
"So?"
"They're solar panels. When the sun shines on them, they make electricity that we use to charge some big batteries. We run a few lights and a limited number of other things off the batteries."
"That was fresh milk. You have a cow?"
"More than one. You can meet them tomorrow. If you don't know how to milk a cow, Hazel will teach you if your hands are big enough and strong enough. Have you stalled long enough about going back in?"
"You look like you'd pick me up and carry me if I didn't go now."
"Yes. Pick you up by the ankles and carry you upside down."
"I think you would. I'm walking faster."
"I think you need more opportunities to tell me all that happened to you and around you. I don't often do two sessions in the same day and I think it's more important that you eat and rest and get to know some of the other kids."
"Did I see a boy in the group?"
"You did. That's Sammy, Lisa's brother. You need to know some things about Sammy before you start trying to do kissy-face with him."
"But - but - but …"
"You sound like a motorboat. Ask Lisa to tell you about Sammy."
"OK."
---
'Jenny looks better.'
'She needed a much longer nap but she needs food more right now.'
'Another "Did not end well" session?'
'And I expect one or two more of those. From the dirt on her and in her hair, she's been sleeping on the ground for a week or more. She told me some big things that happened to her but I expect there are also some not-quite-as-big things that she needs to talk out.'
'Schedule back on hold?'
"No, but perhaps limited to two kids a day plus Jenny. That may need adjustment for the 'C' team and Lexi as well. Lexi seemed to be holding up well when I took Jenny out. How did she do when the adrenaline wore off?'
'Needed lap time but just sniffles. Better than I expected. She may need some attention from you as well.'
'I'll do what I can for that strong girl.'
'She's with Amelia, Charlie and Maddie. I saw her raising the side of her shirt, so probably showing them the brand.'
'That's incredible progress! We should expect some Brits in the group that raided the ranch. Jenny asked if I was "gonna call her Ginger".'
'I think that shade of red is much too pretty to be "Ginger".'
'The rest of her is rather nice as well. Green eyes to go with the red hair and a slightly turned up nose.'
'And you know she's not eleven.'
'I told her that I had washed a number of puked-on nine year olds and I knew what their bodies were like. She didn't argue. Is Columbo doing OK?'
'He looked shell-shocked when he realized he had ob-gyn responsibilities for a pediatric-aged patient. I think he'll be doing serious research and learning as soon as he has access to the information.'
'Is his aura blue?'
'Yes.'
'Then we'll have our pediatric ob-gyn. Did Tim say anything about the power grid conference call he was on?'
'Just that there was some good news. His driver came to get him for another emergency so I didn't get details.'
"Daddy!"
"I see that our little mother is running down and needs some snuggle time."
"You read us so good!"
"In my lap. Snuggle for as long as you need."
"Jenny thanked Amelia, Alicia and Lisa for preparing food for her. And they asked if she'd puked and went and fixed more and Jenny was almost in tears. I think you gave her what she needed today."
"And I'll probably be doing that again on some other days this week - and it's possible there could be another girl or three that might need me for something other than 'schedule time' this week."
"But everybody'll be disappointed if we do that!"
"No, the girls with the greatest needs will have their needs met. We'll still work on 'schedule time' but maybe not as much time as everyone wants for the next week or so. Would 30 minutes of one-on-one be better than waiting another week?"
"Un huh!"
"Snuggle in and wind down. If you go to sleep, I'll put you on the sofa with a blanket. Just in case, here's a little girl goodnight kiss on your nose."
"You're silly but it's fun."
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"Mister Jack, can I have your lap when Lexi's asleep?"
"You may and she's already asleep."
"Telling that she was pregnant was really brave!"
"As I told her this week, she couldn't keep it under wraps for long."
"Bad joke, Mister Jack!"
"You move that blanket and I'll put Lexi down here."
"OK."
"Now back to where I was sitting. I seem to have another lap sitter."
"It's a good place to be when I'm hurt or scared or tired. Do I get a goodnight kiss on my nose?"
"If that's what you choose."
"You'd do lips?"
"Or forehead or ear. I think kids should have choices."
"Nose this time."
"Goodnight in the middle of the day, Jenny."
Another balloon losing its air as she collapses against me. Need to get some red meat and other things into this kid. Probably should check that all are getting vitamins regularly. Maybe get Bill and Joe out with me tomorrow and check on the horses? I should check the high-res sat images before we go to see if anyone is still there. How many horses could we care for? Bill can answer that. This one's asleep. Better give her at least ten minutes before I move her. I'll ask Sarah to recline to big chair and I'll put Jenny there. Even if she doesn't sleep well, she can't roll off the edge of that bed.
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"Sarah?"
"Yes, Jack?"
"Would you open the recliner? I want Jenny in a bed that bad dreams can't roll her out of."
"Planning ahead, again."
"Better than picking a terrified girl up off the floor. She's down. I'll use the throw from the back of the chair as a blanket. How much do you know about her family?"
"I'll ask Dad and Uncle Bill. Well, maybe Aunt Hazel because she did keep a broad family history. She'll have the 'who begat whom' records. Dad and Uncle Bill will have the not-appropriate-for-children stories. Both might be useful to put the pieces together."
"I'd like some background before we go over there and see what can be salvaged."
"You'll check with Tim?"
"I'll check the high-res sat images for motion and tracks and see how much I can get from that. Then I can give Tim family background, if it might affect things, and current resident status, if any."
"OK."
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Laptop connected to the radio. Select that satellite. 'Locked' and 'Connected'. Bring up the wide view. There's dust along that trail. Zoom in on that section of the image. I don't think the original owners herded horses from motorcycles. Need larger and faster response than I can mount.
PreSel 407.
{This is Jack Wilson. Is the Colonel available?}
{I'm here, Jack.}
{We're losing the horses to herders on motorcycles.}
{Where?}
{Sector 13-2.}
{I'll have a chopper in the air and vehicles rolling in five minutes. Thanks, Jack.}
We should be ready if they come this way. Time for another instant battle plan.
"Sarah, need all the kids down here. I'll wake Lexi and Jenny. You get armed and tell your Dad and he can tell Hazel and Bill. You get the kids armed. I'll explain when everyone is down here." "Will do."
"Hi, Lexi."
"Hi, Daddy. Nice wake up but you're not happy. What's up?"
"Tell you when the others get here."
"OK."
"Hi, Jenny."
"Nice wake up, Mister Jack. Do my lips next time?"
"If that's your choice."
"I choose lips.
"Then that's what you get next time."
"You're not happy about something. What happened?"
"When everyone else gets here."
"OK."
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"They came in on motorcycles, Mister Jack? That's the ones that shot Pops and stuff!"
"Come here for a hug, Jenny. They won't get to you here. I notified the Colonel and he's sending a helicopter…"
"The one with the big guns?"
"Sammy, we won't know until we see or hear it. He's also sending some armed Humvees. We'll do what we've done before. Younger kids and older kids who don't have firearms to the root cellar. Older kids with weapons to your usual posts. Sarah and Hazel will be armed and with the kids in the root cellar. Joe, Bill and I will be on the roofs of various buildings so we have a good view of the property."
"How will we know what's going on?"
"Jenny, Sarah will have a tablet. The tablets are the displays for our security system - cameras and other things. She'll also have a handie-talkie as will the other adults so we can tell you who's doing what and where they are."
"You sound like a soldier."
"I was, for many years. I still remember how to be one. Everyone to your assigned places."
I hear motorcycles. Let's see what Mr. Barrett's choice of optics can tell me about these people. That's not a riding crop! That's a machete! They're not herding the horses; they're trying to lame them! Not on my watch. Want them alive, if possible.
BANG!
He's down. The ones near him are looking for the source of the bullet. Nice that you're being still. This time I can easily disable instead of kill.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The rest are going back the way they came. And I hear a familiar "Thump! Thump!" coming from that direction. Let's see if they're monitoring the FRS.
{This is Jack Wilson. Take them alive if possible.}
{That's what the Colonel said, sir.}
{Have four down closer to us. The ones headed to you are running from Mr. Barrett.}
{Good reason for running.}
WHUMP! WHUMP!
That's likely tear gas and big canisters of it. Don't think they'll get through that. I'd expect gas-masked military behind the .50's on the Humvees over there. Not the most inviting sight behind a cloud of tear gas.
{Jack, this is Tim. We have four. Did Jenny tell you how many there were?}
{No, but I can ask. One minute.}
Switch to our other frequency.
{Sarah, ask Jenny how many there were.}
{Jack, she says twelve rode in. Her grandfather shot two before they shot him so probably only ten able to ride.}
{I'll tell Tim.}
Switch back.
{Tim, twelve rode in. The grandfather shot two before they shot him so only ten able to ride as of several days ago. Don't know the final status of the ones that were shot.}
{You know where four are. We have four in zip ties. We'll go through the buildings. Ask Jenny about the cave.}
{One minute.}
Switch again.
{Sarah, ask Jenny where the cave is that she hid in and if there are other places to hide.}
{She says to follow the creek away from the road and there'll be three caves and a shed along it.}
{OK.}
Switch.
{Tim, there's a creek on the property. Follow it away from the road. There's a shed and three caves along the way.}
{Have squads moving that way.}
Check my targets with the scope. All still down. Losing the use of a knee and having a Harley fall on either leg makes for a very effective restraint. I'll let Tim's troops in vests with plates collect these animals. When they're complete, I'll give our family the 'all clear'. Should Jenny get time with the ball bat? It's happening very fast but she probably should. Just need to get her to tell me which ones. Tim can bring them by on his way back to camp. She points them out and I get them on the ground. Need the 12 gauge when I'm doing security for her.
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{Jack, we have them all. Two raider bodies at the house. Two more that swung machetes at M16's. The four the tear gas stopped. The four you stopped. We can use some of the bikes for recon. Do you want a couple?}
{Sounds good. Can you stop by on your way back? I want to give Jenny time with the ball bat.}
{Looking forward to that. These guys act like almost nothing scares them. We'll see how they respond to a little girl with a big bat.}
Switch frequency again.
{The raiders are either dead or in military custody. We're good for now. Sarah, I want Jenny to pick out the ones that hurt her. I want her to have the option of using a ball bat.}
{I'll explain to her, Jack. Some of the kids will need lap time. You're aware of who and how long.}
{We'll work that out. Everyone back inside for something warm to drink. It's cold on the roof and only a little warmer in the root cellar.}
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Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
That's our friendly local law enforcement. Friendly to us, anyway.
"Jenny, remember what I said. You point out the ones that hurt you. I promise that none of them can hurt you now."
"Yes, Mister Jack. The one on this end. The two on the ground. The little one with the tattoos - he's the leader."
"Tim, that one, those two and the runt - he's the leader."
"Who you calling a runt, old man?"
"You, runt."
"I'll stomp your feeble old ass!"
"Turn him loose, Sergeant."
"Colonel?"
"Do it, Sergeant."
"I'll rip your throat out… Arghh!"
"Not with that arm, today or in the future."
"I'll kick your nu… Aieee!"
"Not with that knee. You, on the end. Get on the ground. Face down."
"It's hard in cuffs."
Ker-slack!
"You want to lose a knee like those four?"
"I'm doing it!"
"Listen good. Jenny's coming through with a ball bat. It's her turn to lay some hurt on you. You just be still and take it or this 12 gauge will ensure that you stay still!"
"Jenny, here's the bat."
"Where do I hit them?"
"Wherever they hurt you."
"Not my nu…"
"Madre de Dios! No!"
"Not my elbow!"
"Jenny."
"Jenny!"
"JENNY!"
"Huh? You called me, Mister Jack?"
"Those two can't feel what you're doing. They passed out from their other injuries."
"I can hit the other two some more?"
"Do you still want to hit them?"
"Not as much as before."
"Give me the bat?"
"OK. Hold me?"
"Jeez, Jack! I never knew little girls were that strong. She lifted the runt off the ground with her first swing!"
"Adrenalin can make any of us a giant for a short while, Tim. She's already in tears so I think she's done with them."
"I'm not. And I have an excellent threat to use during interrogation: you'll be cuffed and in leg irons and she'll have a bat. We found the bodies of the other family members. Including one being cut up for a meal today. Two of the horses were injured so badly they couldn't stand so we put them down. I guess Bill can decide the condition of the remaining animals. They'll all be skittish for a while but I think an experienced handler can deal with that."
"I'll pass that info along to Bill. Did they have much feed and hay put back?"
"A barn full. I have no idea what that works out to in number of animals and number of days."
"I'll get Bill to work out the numbers."
"Thanks for being our 'outpost' here today, Jack. Collecting these animals would have been much more difficult without your warning and your armed presence. Go take care of your kids. Jenny's trembling and I know some of your 'firing squad' needs attention."
"Jenny's first, then the others. Thanks for being there, Tim."
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"Jenny, you need to talk."
"Un huh."
"Sarah, we'll be in the cabin - hopefully less than an hour. I'll take the 'guards' when I bring Jenny back."
"Mister Jack, it really felt good to hit them the first couple of times but then I just saw red and couldn't stop!"
"Jenny, you were the one that got hit and otherwise hurt and you needed an opportunity to pay back some of that hurt."
"You really had to yell loud to get my attention. Was I bad for being that deep into hitting them?"
"No, sweetie. You needed to know what it was like to be the one giving out hurt. After you got through your anger - the 'seeing red' part - you didn't want to hit them as much. You're nicer than they are - you don't want to be the one who hurts others."
"But you gave the bat and let me hit them! So I was hurting others!"
"Only until I got your attention. Then you stopped and you said you didn't want to hit them as much as when you started. You got some of your hurt and anger out. You will feel better for letting go of it."
"I do feel better. I feel a little bad about hitting them - but not much!"
"I think you might be ready to go back inside."
"Un huh."
"Get your coat. I'll walk you back in."
"Will the others think I'm weird for what I did?"
"No. You're not the first one to have an opportunity for payback. Alicia, Leah, Rachel, Charlie, Crissy and Cyndy all understand. They've been through the payback process."
"But Rachel's so little!"
"That doesn't mean she wasn't hurt. She needed time with a bat and she got it. Back inside. The armed girls need some lap time."
"Teach me to shoot so it won't happen to me again?"
"That's Grandpa Joe's specialty. There are some others who need firearms classes. If you're still with us, you can be part of the next class."
"If I'm with you? Where would I go?"
"You don't have any other family here?"
"An aunt or something in Montana and one in Pennsylvania, I think. Nobody around here."
"You may stay with us until we find a safe place for you."
"And this might be that 'safe place'?"
"Yes, smart girl. Inside. Hang the coat by the door. Ask Miss Sarah to find a coat that fits you and we'll put your name on the label."
"This really might be my 'safe place'."
"Or I could just be making sure that all the kids have coats when needed."
"Maybe."
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'Guard' time was a repeat of the last 'armed but no shooting' event. Alicia and Lisa with brief lap time and very few tears. Amelia and Maddie more upset and finally napping in my lap. All now calm and back inside. Jenny asked Joe about 'shooting lessons'. Good that she's so resilient and can still take responsibility for her learning. She's been here less than eight hours and I'm ready to claim her as family. Hard not to find a bright, beautiful and motivated child attractive. Sarah said Jenny asked about helping with supper and she pointed her to Hazel. If Jenny's willing, Hazel will fill her head with recipes and old fashioned cooking how-to. Columbo left while I was out with Jenny. He told Sarah he was amazed at my 'therapies' but more amazed at what a couple minutes with a bat accomplished in Jenny's outlook. That's me, Jack Wilson, trailblazer in little known and less accepted therapies for helping children with emotional hurts. As my father would have said, "Any process that gets the right results is good". Jenny's much closer to functional now, so we have made progress. She needs more one-on-one time. Tomorrow for sure. At least once more in the next two or three days. I'll decide about future sessions after we get past the next two.
Could I speed up the 'schedule time' sessions this week by having more than one girl with me at a time? I thought that Rachel needed some time to explore her 'I love you, too' response the other morning. I'll try multiple kids for one session. If it works, do it again. If not, they got to try something different. Need to work that out and not disturb the schedule too much. I don't think any of the others would object to an idea that speeds up when their next one-on-one time is. Need to give this more thought. Meanwhile, I should get with Bill and Joe about the horses. I can tell them what Tim told me about supplies and I can bring up the sat images for them to 'explore' the place before we go there. First set up the laptop then get Bill and Joe.
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"Bill, Joe. Need some help with the now ownerless horses up the road."
"How many, Jack?"
"Tim told me about the ones they put down but the others were so skittish that they couldn't get a good count."
"Skittish? I wouldn't expect that of a solid breed."
"The guys on motorcycles were chasing the horses and trying to lame them with machetes, Bill."
"I'd be skittish if that happened near me. Best if we approach the last few hundred yards on foot. Is there feed?"
"Tim said a 'barn full' but you'll have to see how much of what and divide it by the number of horses. Joe, is there land here that would work as pasture?"
"Yes, but we need to know how many horses."
"I can bring up images of the area. Maybe you can get a rough count of the remaining animals from that? You will be able to see where they're hiding."
"That's good, Jack. Can you zoom in on this area?"
"Yes, Bill. That enough?"
"It's good. Can you sweep across the area at that level?"
"In steps. I'll move over every ten seconds or so. Tell me if you want me to stop."
"There! Well, back one step. There's a group of horses in the trees at the edge of that pond. They're not all fully visible but I'd guess eight. Does the girl know how many horses they had?"
"Jenny!"
"Yes, Mister Jack?"
"How many horses were on the ranch?"
"I think a dozen. Some stayed in the barn part of the time but some mostly stayed outside except when it was real cold or raining or snowing. You gonna bring them here?"
"If we can get close enough to put a bridle or halter on them."
"I can do that! I spent a lot of time in the barn and the pasture just talking to the horses. I brushed and combed the ones that stayed mostly in the barn. I know all their names."
"Then you may be our chief horse wrangler when we go over there. We should approach the horses on foot so we don't frighten them with engine noises. I think they've had enough of that."
"You got a trailer, Mister Jack?"
"We have two trucks that can pull big trailers but we don't have a horse trailer."
"There's two trailers by Pops' barn. One for two horses and the other for four. Some of them travel better with the right partner. I can tell you who when we get them to the barn. If you got some apples, they lead real easy!"
"No fresh apples, but we might have some sugar cubes."
"They love sugar!"
"Jenny, if you were on a horse, could you hold reins or a bridle and lead another horse?"
"Un huh. Pops had me do that when we took them to the breeding barn."
"You're just full of useful information."
"I love riding the horses! Pops gave me Tucker last year. He's the one I was riding when they found me. Do you know where he is?"
"Let me ask."
Back to the radio. PreSel 407.
{This is Jack Wilson. I'm trying to locate Jenny's horse.}
{This is Tompkins. One of our men rides well and rode the horse here. Columbo said he had some questions for you. Childers can ride the horse out and ride back with Columbo.}
{Thanks.}
"Jenny, the military has your horse. They have someone who can ride it here and he'll go back with the medic who's coming to ask us some questions. If I had to guess the medic's questions, I'd say they were about Lexi and her baby."
"I can keep Tucker in the barn?"
"You may, but you're responsible for feeding him and mucking out the stall - at least as much of that as you're able to do. Sammy likes horses so that might be a new chore for him. No, you don't get to kiss him behind the stall door."
"Mister Jack!"
"Gotcha."
"You're a tickle monster and you do serious gotcha's. I gotta watch out for what you might do next."
"At least you won't be bored when you're with me."
---
"I think I might like this Irish lass."
"How do you know I'm Irish, Mister Bill?"
"Your red hair, green eyes and what I've seen of your temper might be clues."
"Oh."
---
We decided to let the horses calm down overnight and we'll go get them tomorrow. If we start with the 'about a dozen' Jenny remembers, we lost two to the raiders when they had to be put down so that leaves ten. The military will get Jenny's horse here, so that leaves nine to be moved. We'll see how many come when Jenny shows herself and talks to them. If there are nine, we can bring six back then ask Jenny whether we need to take Tucker over to provide company as we bring back the rest.
My watch shows 5:40 but it feels much later. I think some of the kids are beginning to run down as well. At least four are asleep on the sofa and in the chairs near me. I'm not sure about the others, but it seems very quiet upstairs. I'll walk through and check.
Other than Lexi, who's buried in "How Things Work", they're all asleep. I think Jenny's very taken with Sammy but she seems to have stayed within the limits I set: she's asleep on one of Sammy's shoulders and Shannon's on the other. Wonder if she had a special relationship with a slightly older cousin or something. Need to get back to Hazel's research.
"Hazel, what do you know of Jenny or her family? She sees auras, so I'd guess there's at least a distant relationship."
"Jack, Sarah's grandfather Ezra had a fling with a girl who lived some miles away when he was a teenager. He didn't find out until much later that he'd gotten her pregnant. She married a Paulson and they had several children but my records on them are incomplete. Jenny's last name is Paulson so I'd say she could be a distant cousin by way of Ezra. Ask her what she knows of her lineage or if there's a family tree chart in the house or maybe an old family Bible with birth, marriage and death records in it."
"I'll ask what she knows of her history, Hazel. We can check the house for records when we get the horses tomorrow. We should plan on checking for food, which I don't expect to find, and clothes, where I'd hope to find a complete wardrobe for Jenny. Then she'd be the one sharing clothes with others. I think she might like being a 'giver' instead of a 'taker'."
"She does seem to be a loving, caring person. She's asked about almost every thing I do and how she can help."
"Then being able to share her clothes or books or whatever will make her happy. I'll also take any adult clothes we find."
"Check for dishes and flatware. It'd be nice to not have to wash dishes after every meal. Additional cookware - especially a pressure canner with jars, lids and rings - would also be good. Toilet paper is high on the 'keep a lot on hand' list as are feminine hygiene products for Sarah and Amelia and probably another girl or two in the not too distant future. Basically, if Walmart stocks it bring it to the house. If Tractor Supply stocks it, bring it to the barn. If you find diapers, washable or disposable, stock up. We'll need them in eight months. And baby and toddler clothes in a range of sizes, although those might be good 'learn to sew' projects for all the kids."
"You're thinking farther ahead than I am. Diapers weren't yet on my radar. I'll keep an eye out. I think our trip just got longer in time."
"Plan on taking Sarah or me with you for a different perspective on what might be worth salvaging."
"Sounds good. Maybe after lunch tomorrow?"
"Yes."
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"Bill, Joe. If there are nine horses there, we'd be making two trips. Joe, could you determine by looking whether one of the semi trailers could carry the feed and hay that's at the ranch?"
"Looking and maybe a tape measure. If the hay is small bales, having the double forks or the grapple on the tractor would work. If it's big round bales, the hay spear is needed. Bagged feed on pallets would need the double fork. Feed in bins would need a frontloader. Bill or I can do the measurements and I can bring the tractor and implements on the second trip to load the feed and hay. We should also look for any animal meds and whether they did their own shoeing."
"So at least two trips with a semi on the second trip?"
"Yes."
"Hazel said that she or Sarah should go to see what they'd be aware of that we wouldn't. She mentioned diapers and baby clothes which I hadn't yet thought about so perhaps good to have one of them with us."
"Jack, we can take one of them on the second trip and have the box trailer behind one of the work trucks. While the feed and hay are being loaded, she can pick out what to take and we can load the box trailer after the bigger stuff is done."
"We've just planned our afternoon tomorrow."
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Monday, 13 December, 6:40PM
I hear Hazel in the kitchen. Better wake the kids and send them to help with supper. They may complain about 'not sleepy' and 'I had a nap' when we send them to bed at the usual time tonight, but they needed the naps from the emotional exhaustion. I'll read a slightly longer book tonight and that much slowdown may have most of them yawning. Time for the gentle alarm clock.
That went well. Jenny did respond with 'Hi, Sammy' when I kissed her but she was smiling in her sleep so I can guess who she was dreaming about. And she did blush a bright red when she realized it was me. The naps were a good thing. They're all positive about cooking supper and only a little clingy - I have done hugs and little girl kisses for the guards and Jenny.
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"Kids, I want to make some changes in the schedule. I'd like to try something different. I'll take more than one girl at a time until all of those on the schedule have had some time with me. No questions until after you all try this. I want to give family members who want time with me that special time but I'd like to take care of all of you in a week or so. For the two weeks after that, I want you to ask the adult you want time with and see if you can work this out as you need that time. I only have a few rules for that time. You may not have the same adult more than once a day unless there's an emergency - think of that as we're shooting or being shot at. You will get snuggles if scary things happen like today. You may not have the same person two days in a row if someone else is waiting. Loving, caring adults are a limited resource and you must share them."
"We can start tomorrow?"
"Rachel, if you're willing to try more than one girl at a time, I'll take the youngest girls out after supper tonight, part of the next older group tomorrow after breakfast and the others in that group tomorrow after supper. I know this isn't the same order as before but our youngest kids have the least patience and need attention before the older ones. This isn't the first time a big sister has taken care of a little sister by letting her go first."
"They're first to the bathroom every morning!"
"Same principle, Alicia."
"I'll do it, Daddy."
"You'll be voting by raising your hands. This is me changing the schedule to get everyone some almost one-on-one time in a week, then you working things out for the next two weeks. Raise your hand if you agree to this. That's a majority. If it doesn't work, we'll do something else after the three weeks are up."
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"Joe, could you start the gun safety lessons in the morning?"
"Yes, Jack. How many kids?"
"Those who want to learn about guns raise your hand."
"We get a gun of our own?"
"Sherry, that depends on how well you learn and apply the safety rules. Joe is very strict about safety and not knowing the rules or not abiding by the rules will make you one of the kids in the root cellar if something bad happens. After the lessons, which will be several days, expect to be asked about the rules at any time: eating breakfast, cooking, before the bedtime story, any time at all."
"What's the punishment of we don't remember?"
"First time is no bedtime story. Second time is no goodnight kiss. Third time and you don't continue the lessons. We might have classes again next summer."
"That's mean!"
"No, Lexi, that's keeping the other people safe. If you don't remember the rules, you could hurt or kill someone else. You do this by the rules or you are not part of it. Rachel, what's the first rule?"
"All guns are loaded."
"Second rule?"
"Never point a gun at anything or anyone unless you want to destroy them."
"Third rule?"
"Know who or what is behind your target."
"Fourth rule?"
"Don't put your finger on the trigger until the sights are on what you want to shoot."
"Thank you. Lexi, if she can memorize the rules, so can you. No exceptions. If you're interested, see Grandpa Joe after the dishes are done. I'll go reload the stove in the cabin so some of us will have a warm place later."
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"Rachel, Paige, Shannon. Brush and floss. Put your jammies and your bear or whoever in this bag. If you go to sleep while we're out, I'll let you stay all night. Other kids, jammies, brush, floss and I'll read the next book when everybody piles up on the big bed."
"'Once upon a time…'"
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All but three down and hugged and/or kissed. Now to get these three out to the cabin.
"Paige, Shannon and Rachel. Get you coats and come with me. The means to zip your coats - it's cold outside."
"Yes, Daddy. Hold my hand?"
"I can do that for two of you or for three of you if one hangs upside down with her ankles behind my head and holds both my hands."
"I'm the littlest so I won't be as heavy."
"OK, Rachel. I turn your feet up and put them behind my head. Your ankles are crossed. Keep them tight. Stay still. You keep giggling like that and you'll fall off. Paige, Shannon. Hold my hands and Rachel puts her hands on top of yours."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Shannon, open the cabin door."
"Yes, Daddy."
"I dump this one on the bed…"
"Do me!"
"Me!"
"OK. One time each. Then we snuggle."
"How can you do all of us at the same time?"
"One in my lap, other two snuggled on each side. Then switch places. Fifteen minutes of lap time. I know you can't tell me about everything that might be bothering you - especially if that 'bother' is out here with us…"
"Daddy!"
"But you can tell me about any other 'bothers'."
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They're all done and asleep. And just 45 minutes later than usual.
Check the stove and add a little wood. Turn on the electric blanket so it picks up the task of warming us when the stove burns low. Set my watch alarm. One on each shoulder and one on my chest. Nice way for me to sleep and the ones that see auras will sleep better..
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:19:52 GMT -6
Tuesday, 14 December, 6:05AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. All three of them were up around 2AM to pee - likely from the "Need a drink" they all said immediately after getting in bed - but they all went back to sleep as soon as they were snuggled in again. Nice little smiles on all of them.
"Good morning, Paige."
"Good morning, Daddy. Nice wake up."
"Good morning, Rachel."
"Good morning, Daddy. Nice wake up."
"Good morning, Shannon."
"Good morning, Daddy. Nice wake up."
"Up and go pee. Then wash your hands and get dressed and we'll go see about breakfast. I'll dump the bucket as we go by the outhouse. I'll bring it back here when I come out again."
Ensure the stove is loaded and burning well. Close the damper a little to hold the fire until I come back out with another group. I got Christmas 'wish lists' from these three. Need to remember that for the next groups.
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"Joe, I saw the little tractor parked by the house. Problems?"
"Can your 3D printer create a new rotor for the distributor? It started running roughly as I was moving it and I found a crack in the rotor. There is one rotor left in the maintenance parts but I think we should make some spares, if possible."
"That tractor is old enough that the ignition voltage is within the range that bakelite and early plastics could handle. I think reproducing it in ABS would work OK. The insulation rating of the ABS may be higher than the original material and it's definitely stronger than the original. I need to set up the 3D printer with the scan head and get the dimensions of the good rotor. Then set up the print head and create a prototype. I'll reuse the metal spring and brass contact bar from the original rotor, although I think I saw some sheet brass in the barn workshop if we need to make a rotor from scratch. We could cut a new contact bar with snips and file to exact dimensions. I'll check the prototype for fit and clearance by turning the engine over a little at a time with the starter. If it makes satisfactory contact with the distributor cap, I'll crank it at idle and see how it runs. If that test passes, I'll make several. Do we have spares for other vehicles?"
"Other than the battery chargers and the log splitter, I think the little Ford tractor is the only gasoline farm equipment we have now. Everything else is diesel."
"If we acquire more gas powered equipment, I'll make spare ignition parts for it as needed. Remind me."
"I will. Here's the spare. Still in the original box with the 'FoMoCo' label."
"Jack?"
"Yes, Sarah?"
"Stop and eat. I remember how long some of that 3D stuff takes."
"Better if I get the scan going before I eat. It can run while I refuel. Then I can start the print job and let it run while I take care of some little girls."
"You're not happy unless you're doing three or four things at once, are you Mr. Wilson?"
"You could be correct, Mrs. Wilson. Ten minutes to set up the scan and I'll be back to eat."
"Clock is ticking."
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"Scan is running, Joe. Probably less than an hour. I have another 'chore' to do as soon as we finish eating."
"That would be us."
"Celia, that would be either two or three from the group of you, Cyndy, Leah, Hannah, and Debbie. Have you worked out who is in which group and which group goes first?"
"One group is me and Leah. The other group is Cyndy, Hannah and Debbie. We all want to go first, but me and Leah have had more time with you than the others so it's OK if you think they should go first."
"That level of consideration of the needs of others gets you and Leah hugs. C'mere, sweet girls."
"But we just did what you woulda done."
"Maybe that's why I liked what you chose. Cyndy, Debbie, Hannah. We'll go out after you finish breakfast and your morning chores."
"Yes, Daddy."
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"Get your coats, girls - and zip them."
"Yes, Daddy. Are those snowflakes?"
"Just a little flurry, Hannah. We don't think the weather satellite images are showing enough snow to stick for another week or two, so this is just a teaser of what might happen around Christmas."
"A white Christmas?"
"Maybe, Debbie. It could snow a day or two before or after Christmas. We'll know more as the month progresses and we see how the snow builds up north and west of us. Do you know what you want for Christmas?"
"I wanted a cell phone but Momma had said I'd hafta be nine or ten for that. You said the phones aren't working now so I guess a phone isn't a good choice."
"You're right, Hannah. Yesterday the last bar disappeared from my cell phone's signal strength display. We won't have phone service again until the power is back on most places and there are enough trained people to get all the phones working again. What else have you thought about?"
"A bicycle! A pink one with a basket so I can take my lunch and my books to school."
"Where's the school?"
"We're not going to school so I guess just around the yard 'cause you wouldn't let any of us out on the road by ourselves."
"What about you, Cyndy?"
"I wanted an EasyBake oven but now we get to do real cooking with Grandma Hazel - and it's a lot more than one cupcake!"
"We're inside. Wait while I turn on the electric blanket and stoke the fire."
"Yes!"
"I want you to think about things you want or need and we'll work on wish lists before you go back in. I think all of you can write your lists but you might need help with spelling."
"You read us so good!"
"You did that with the little ones?"
"Yes, Hannah. They dictated and I wrote. One of the things that we don't have much of is decorations for girls' hair. There were requests for bows and other things. Cyndy, do you think your Grandma Hazel could show you how to make those?"
"She had some patterns for bows and twirly ribbons. We could make them things they can't buy!"
"That's sweet of you. You ask Grandma Hazel about what things you could make or help make. Are there little things like hair bows on your wish lists?"
"I gotta think about that."
"Me, too."
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"Sherry, Lexi, Charlie and Crissy. I want to ask you some questions about any firearms training you've had before I start the next class."
"Me, too, Mister Joe?"
"Yes, Jenny. You, too. I know that Charlie has had some training and Jack told me that Sherry had some but it was a couple of years ago. I think Cyndy might want to be part of the class and I'll talk with her when she comes back inside. These pages are short quizzes on what you might already know…"
"We get a test before we start class?"
"Jenny, think of the quizzes as a way for me to learn what you know. They'll help me give more attention to the areas you don't know."
"I'm gonna like having you for a teacher!"
"Thank you, Jenny, but you might want to wait until class starts to decide that. Sit at the table. There's a quiz and a pencil for each of you. Some of the questions are multiple choice and you'll circle the correct answer. Others have a space for you to write your answer. When you all finish, I'll go over the answers and explain why a specific answer is correct."
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My cabin crew this trip went about like the cabin crew last night - except for sleeping after their lap time. One did mention that she could say more about things that need fixing if it was just her. As I told them, this was something we're trying to get everyone some almost one-on-one time while I care for the more needy kids. Family will get the "just me and you" she asked for later. At least they got some time away from the entire tribe.
I had them write Christmas wish lists with me as their "spell check". I should ask Dawkins if they have access to supplies for 3D printing. I guess those are about the only things on my list this year - almost everything else has been covered. I should ask Columbo if he's been able to find the medical information and supplies he might need.
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"Message for you on the radio, Mr. Wilson."
"Thank you, Mrs. Wilson. I'll check the 3D scan and if it's OK I'll start the print job. I expect it to run an hour or so."
Scan looks good. Convert to print format. Load the black ABS filament. Set the temperature on the heated print plate. Support the contact assembly with some bent paperclips. Start the print job. Glad we have the additional solar panels and battery capacity so the print plate heater doesn't greatly impact our other uses of power at the house. Looks good so far. I'll leave everything set up to print when I take this one outside for testing. If it works correctly, I'll print two more.
To the radio. Press 'Message' and '1' for the most recent one.
{Jack. The SCADA chip plant is powered and should be able to make a prototype run tomorrow or the next day. Loss of people will limit production to about ten per cent of their previous production capacity but they think they'll be able to run at that rate for as long as the military can provide power. The first power plant to be re-chipped will be the large hydro installation near the chip plant. That power plant will get the prototype chips and then get a week of testing before they swing the chip plant over to that feed. The military generators will remain in place for at least 90 days as backup. This is happening much faster than anticipated but everyone involved has learned to appreciate being able to flip a switch on the wall and get light. I've heard rumors of negotiations for known-good chips and it seems they may now be worth their weight in diamonds - areas of China started going dark around 0700 local time today. Guess they used their own bad chips. More later. Tim.}
Nothing like doing something stupid that comes back to bite you in the ass. I'd guess there are some people in China who are only minimally affected by the loss of power, but the huge cities rapidly grind to a halt and people are without water and food - and walking down 100 floors to get out of some of the high rise buildings is not a pleasant prospect. Wonder if that new 100+ floor financial center in Shenzhen was operational before things went dark?
"So your ideas for power to the chip plant worked, Jack?"
"So it seems, Sarah. If the Chinese have also lost electrical generation capability, did they use their own bad chips or did someone else sabotage their production lines and shut things off there?"
"That adds several layers of twist to this story."
"Layers I could do without. Meanwhile, we need to retrieve horses and either you or Hazel should check the house - and probably the root cellar and other buildings - for things we could use here. I think Joe and Bill will recognize the farm and ranch items but I agree with Hazel - we need a woman's eyes for family and household items."
"I spoke with her while you were out with the girls - who look happier than they've been in weeks. She and I each made a list and then we combined them. I'll go with you because I can also help load."
"And you can help keep Jenny reined in…"
"Bad pun, Jack."
"She knows the horses by name and we'll see if they come when she calls them and offers sugar cubes."
"She'll feel needed, wanted and useful and you're using her because she's your best option for getting the horses collected."
"Correct. Her feeling useful is secondary to us getting the horses but will be primary for her. All the kids need to know that we need their abilities. Remember to be armed. I've not seen motion, dust or smoke the times I've checked the sat images but we don't have x-ray vision."
"Speaking of being armed. Dad started with a quiz for Lexi, Sherry, Charlie, Crissy and Jenny. Sherry remembers most of what you taught her and Charlie is almost at the level of our trained kids. He said he'd get with Cyndy when she came back to the house. If she's at the same level as Crissy, he'll have the classroom things covered in a day and then need range time for them."
"I think there might be space behind the remains of the barn across the road. Ask Joe if that would work."
Back to the 3D printer. It's coming along nicely. Maybe 30 more minutes. To my laptop. Copy the pest control spreadsheet Tompkins sent and add a column for 'Type of crops' and another one for 'Type of pests'. Fill those in from the list he sent. Now we can sort by chemical, crop or pest as well as search on any of those keywords. Printer has finished. Dip the rotor in water to cool it. Grab a screwdriver to remove the distributor cap and a file and some sandpaper to fine tune the shape. And my coat. The tractor is on the shady side of the house so add my 'nerd' headlight. Distributor cap is off. Rotor fits the distributor shaft with no play. Distributor cap is back on. Brakes on. Transmission in neutral. Key off so it turns over but doesn't keep running. Hit the star… No. An engine this old might be might be turnable by hand with a long wrench and there are several in the barn.
Got what I need. Socket on the crankshaft pulley nut. Slowly pull the wrench. Don't hear anything unusual from the distributor. Keep turning. That's two full revolutions. Pop the cap and check the contact surfaces I colored with a red marker. Looks good. Cap back on. Screws snug. Now choke on full. Key on. Hit the starter button. It's a little sluggish but is that from the cold or a partially discharged battery? Try again. It's going. Adjust the choke as it warms up. Nice steady idle. Ease the throttle up a couple hundred RPM. Still OK. Throttle up a little more. OK. Now slow but steady increase to its maximum torque speed of 1500 RPM. Still OK. Let it run here for about five minutes to check the rotor and put a little charge back in the battery. Probably should look for a battery charger to keep all the vehicle batteries fully charged in cold weather. The batteries will last longer and the vehicles will be ready to go when needed.
"It's running on the new rotor, Jack?"
"Yes, Joe. I did manual turnover of the engine to check the clearances and then started it at idle. I slowly brought it up to 1500 RPM and it's still smooth. I think the battery needs a full charge."
"There's a charger in the workshop area of the barn. There's also a jug of distilled water out there if you need to top off the battery."
"I'll turn on the breaker for that area of the barn while you take the tractor out there. Don't take the charger above ten amps as I haven't checked the battery status in the barn today."
"Understood. But nice to know that we can produce at least some of the otherwise unavailable maintenance items."
"Time for lunch and then our trip to collect horses, Jenny's clothes and things plus whatever Sarah sees that she thinks we should salvage."
"Horses first. Jenny's things and the household items when we go back for the second load."
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"Charlie, would you go wake Grandpa Bill and tell him lunch is ready?"
"Yes, Grandma."
"Did any of the kids not have a part in making lunch today, Hazel?"
"No, Jack. I found something for each of them to do."
"And they're all happy to be part of it. I'm glad you're here."
"Thank you, Jack, but I seem to be following in your footsteps. I asked each of them what he or she 'had to do' and all their answers started 'I help with' whatever their chores are. I doubt that the 'parenting experts' would approve of your methods but the kids are happy to be contributing to the family. I think 'happy' trumps the 'experts'."
"I agree."
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"Kids, Joe, Bill and I are going to the ranch to collect the horses. Jenny knows them and they know her so she'll be helping us with that. When we have the trailers loaded, we'll bring the first group of animals back here. Then Sarah will also go with us to see what household goods we can salvage. We'll be loading the rest of the horses and all the feed that's there. While we're gone, I want all the older kids armed and no one is to be outside alone."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Will we get to ride the horses?"
"Jenny, how many are saddle broken?"
"My horse, Tucker, and two or three others. The rest can pull a wagon or a plow. They're work horses, not riding horses."
"Bill and Jenny will be working with the horses to get them calmed down after being chased by people on motorcycles. We don't know how long that will take."
"But we will get to ride someday?"
"Yes, Sherry. Someday - but I don't know when and probably not soon. If you want to ride, you can start by helping care for the horses. Sherry knows about caring for a horse. Bill and Jenny can show the rest of you what's needed after the horses are comfortable with being here and being around strangers."
"I know about being scared of strangers!"
"Me, too!"
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Tuesday, 14 December, 5:10PM
We're back from our second trip to the ranch. We got nine horses - three for riding and six for plowing - and I got to watch a nine year old horse whisperer. Jenny insisted that she go into the pasture alone and talk to the horses. We watched through binoculars and rifle scopes and I think all of us are still a bit amazed. She called each one by name and rewarded them with a sugar cube when they came close enough to her. She then had us come into the pasture one by one and she introduced us to all the horses. She then told us the pairings that worked best for travel and we led them out of the pasture and to the trailers. With her there to encourage them, the horses were so easy to handle that Bill was speechless. Meanwhile, the feed and hay were measured and there's enough for a couple of winters - but we'd need two trailers to move it all. Good that Joe's pulled tandems recently. The first six horses went in the barn here with no problems - with our little Pied Piper leading them. We took multiple vehicles and the tandem semi trailers back, giving us room to also bring back the saddles, animal meds and the small blacksmith shop with its horseshoeing equipment. We'll need another trip to get the horse-drawn implements here. The 4WD work truck pulled the trailer with the tractor and its implements plus the box trailer we'd be filling from the house and barn. Sarah was very pleased that Jenny had a new wardrobe for school so she's (literally) covered for some months and there were clothes she'd outgrown in the attic - "new" clothes for the younger girls. Sarah was almost in tears over the dozens of cloth diapers she found. Someone was a canner as the root cellar had dozens of jars of this year's vegetables (including green beans, potatoes and carrots) and fruits (including blackberry jelly and pear preserves!) and some canned venison. A water bath canner, a pressure canner, jars, lids and rings were all in the pantry. Also barrels of beans, corn and wheat in the basement. We can grind corn for meal or wheat for flour or plant them next year. If there's a combine available somewhere, we could grow wheat if there's a place to grind it - I'd rather not do that by hand for all of us. The space not used by those items was filled with the solar panels and batteries we found - you just can't have too much power in the winter. I think we might go back for the windmill and the 500 gallon raised water tank. It would be nice to have enough water pressure to use the normal showers again when it's warm enough for the outside tank to be filled, but it was too late in the day to start on that. The other riding horses followed Tucker - and Jenny - into the barn here with no problems. For once, a trip that involved no gunfire along the way and none for the people at home. Amelia and Maddie needed more time to unwind than the other armed kids but just their usual 30 minute nap in my lap. A very good afternoon for all of us. I should get my list and see what else needs doing in the near future. And I have a couple of scheduled girls after supper unless one or more of the more needy ones takes precedence.
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Bee-doop!
A message that requires no response. Let's hope it's good news.
{Jack. The prototype run of 1,000 chips was done today. That's more than a day ahead of schedule. Quality of the chips and accuracy of the code in them will be verified in the next 24 to 48 hours. Then they'll be moved under military guard to the plant I mentioned previously. Two sets of chips, with one going by air and the other by land. Definitely a "belt and suspenders" outlook on this. They wanted a unique identifier for these chips so I copied your "CJW" initials from one of the adoption documents and told them to use that in place of the original manufacturer's logo. Not much of a reward but your ideas did have a major impact on getting this project up and running. I got a question from the White House today: Why did the Navy let Jack retire and not move him up in rank? I responded that you were an independent maverick who thought getting the job done right was more important than politics. They had to agree that you'd have stepped on a lot of toes if you had stayed in. At the moment, they'd probably make you Chairman of the Joint Chiefs and tell the others to pay attention if they want to keep their jobs. Enjoy your 15 seconds of fame. Tim.}
Good that they're making progress. I can only hope that testing goes well. Now I know how to identify good SCADA chips - not that I'm likely to ever see one. If a prototype run is 1,000 chips, what were their normal production numbers? How many chips total for each generator? They probably monitor each generator's speed, voltage and current, for hydro there'd be water flow and pressure and anything else that helps keep the power generation within voltage and frequency limits and the generator itself working within its design limits. At a guesswork value of ten chips per generator, that 1,000 chip run provides replacements for 100 total generators. With the doubling of chips for backup, that's 50 generators. That probably wouldn't cover the needs in one well-populated state. Maybe 100 days to replace all the chips in 50 states? How many are needed in other countries? I think we have a commodity worth smuggling. I should tell Tim. It seems this message needs a response after all. To the radio. PreSel 407.
{This is Jack Wilson. Is the Colonel available?}
{One moment, sir.}
{What's up, Jack?}
{Are the new SCADA chips trackable, as in having an RFID device included in the chip package?}
{Not that I know of.}
{Considering the small number of working chips that will be available and the large number of generating plants in the world, I'd consider these chips a new item to be smuggled. I remember someone saying "worth their weight in diamonds".}
{That someone was me. As usual, you're thinking days ahead of the rest of us. I'm sure they can add that to future production and I'll pass it up the line now. Thanks, Jack.}
One more little detail handled. Am I the only one who's this paranoid about the repairs?
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"Kids who want to help cook need to wash their hands and get to the kitchen."
"Coming, Aunt Hazel."
"Washing now, Grandma."
"Isn't it kinda early to be starting supper?"
"Lasagna takes a long time to bake, Lisa."
"Yummy! I don't mind waiting for that."
"I'll tell you the things we'll need and whoever best fits that item can get it. Noodles. Canned ground beef and venison…"
"This is gonna be good!"
"I think you might be correct, Jenny. Big baking dishes. Canned tomatoes. Measuring cups and spoons…"
"What spices?"
"Charlie, I’ll ask for those when I start mixing the sauce."
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"Sarah, the house smells like that little Italian restaurant near your house - one sniff and you're starving!"
"Aunt Hazel has the kids working on her lasagna with some modifications from one of your recipes."
"Those combinations always turn out well. I guess we're looking at an hour or more for it to bake?"
"Yes."
"Would you like some one-on-one time in the cabin?"
"Is that a proposition, Mr. Wilson?"
"It's whatever you'd like it to be, Mrs. Wilson."
"Get your coat."
"Amelia, did you see Momma and Daddy going out the door with their arms around each other?"
"At least they won't keep us awake tonight."
"True."
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Tuesday, 14 December, 7:20PM
"Lisa, Alicia. Get your weapons and coats. Check the cameras and go tell Jack and Sarah that supper is ready."
"Yes, Aunt Hazel."
knock. knock.
"Momma, Daddy. Aunt Hazel says supper's ready."
"Thank you, Alicia. We'll be there as soon as we finish our shower."
"I'll tell her."
'They're showering together, Alicia?'
'Saves water, Lisa. And it's more fun than showering by yourself.'
'I guess getting old doesn't mean you stop having fun.'
"Aunt Hazel, they'll be here in a few minutes."
"Thank you, Lisa."
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"Aunt Hazel, there was an old Bible in the bookcase at the ranch. The marriage, birth and death records go back over 200 years. Grandpa Ezra is listed as the father of Eve Thompson…."
"My grandmother?"
"Yes, Jenny. You're a cousin to Amelia, Celia and Paige."
"I got a whole new family now!"
"Yes, you do. Would you like for Jack and me to adopt you or is it too soon to have a new Momma and Daddy?"
"Miss Sarah, my Momma and Daddy left me with Granny and Pops when I was two 'cause having a kid was too much trouble. I'd love to have a real Momma and Daddy!"
"Then come here for a hug and we'll get the Colonel to handle the adoption paperwork." "Yes, Momma!"
"When you can let Sarah go, I also have a hug for you, Jenny."
"Yes, Daddy!"
"Let's sit at my laptop and I'll copy the information from the old Bible and format it for the Colonel's legal eagle to write up adoption papers."
"There's a lot of people in here. Some of them died a long time ago."
"Yes, more than 200 years of family history will include many people. Look at these names."
"There's six people named 'Jennifer'!"
"Think maybe there's some family history in your name?"
"Is there anything about the first Jennifer?"
"Not in the birth, marriage and death records but there are a lot of hand written pages in this folder."
"'Our Family History' sounds interesting."
"Someone put a lot of work into creating an index. There's a list of names and the pages they're on and a list of pages for each decade."
"What's a decade?"
"Dictionary in front of you. Spelling is d-e-c-a-d-e."
"'Ten year span, usually starting in a 0 year' so 2000 to 2010?"
"2000 to 2009 is ten years. Start with 2000 and count up on your fingers."
"You're smart."
"Mostly observant - and I read a lot. Look at this page from 1775."
"The first Jennifer disguised herself as a man and joined the army! She was such a good shot she was made a sniper! Did I inherit her shooting?"
"You seem to have inherited her red hair and green eyes. Grandpa Joe will help you determine your shooting ability when you go to the range - if you pass the gun safety training. Now you know that you were named for another Jennifer who was able to do just about anything she wanted to."
"I saw those things in the bookcase but nobody ever told me I was in it or that my name was special. I'm gonna like being here!"
"Everyone here has chores. Tonight you I'll go with you to invite Dawkins to supper. None of the kids are allowed outside without someone armed. I'll be your 'someone' this time. Another time it might be one of the older girls or Sammy."
"You really think a kid with a gun can stop somebody who comes after them?"
"Amelia, Alicia, Charlie, Lisa and Michelle have done that."
"They shot somebody?"
"Three for Charlie, two for Michelle, one each for the others."
"Just shooting them?"
"No, protecting those who couldn't protect themselves. The one Amelia shot had a knife and was trying to get to Paige."
"Oh."
"While you think on that, get your coat. I'll get my coat, my Glock and the shotgun."
"Yes, new Daddy."
"And I'll send the adoption information to the Colonel when we come back in."
"Yes!"
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knock. knock.
"Enter."
"Mr. Dawkins, supper's ready."
"Thank you, Jenny. Call me 'Mister D'."
"OK."
"Mr. Wilson, I recorded some things you need to hear. It's on this thumb drive as 'notagain.mp3'. Best you use headphones and decide how to present it to the others."
"You could have waited until after we had eaten…"
"I think you'll want to tell the others ASAP."
"This can't be good."
"You might be correct."
"Let's go eat. The house was filled with the smell of lasagna and most of the kids were hanging around the kitchen door waiting to hear 'It's ready'."
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"Two minutes, Jack."
"I need ten minutes to finish listening to the broadcasts Dawkins recorded earlier. It's not good news but everyone needs to know it today. If I'm distracted at supper, it's because I'm trying to phrase this so it doesn't terrify the younger kids."
"I'll tell Hazel. We'll stretch out the other preparations for the meal."
"Thanks."
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"You're back with us, Jack."
"Yes, Hazel, but with mostly not-good news. I'll let everyone finish eating before I tell it. The scents have been dragging my nose to the kitchen for the past hour and I don't want to spoil anyone else's meal."
"Don't think I've ever had anyone describe the scents of my cooking as 'dragging my nose to the kitchen', so thank you for a unique compliment. I'll share it with my helpers."
"All those not involved in cooking and serving should wash their hands and come enjoy."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Yes, almost Daddy."
"'Almost Daddy', Daddy?"
"Yes, Michelle. We asked if Jenny wanted us to adopt her and she said 'yes'. We sent the information to the Colonel and are just waiting for the documents to come back so we can sign them."
"You'll make her a copy?"
"Yes, Charlie. I think all our adopted kids like having proof that they're part of the family."
"Un huh!"
"You've been much quieter than usual, Jack. Bad news?"
"Some bad, Joe, but some just not good."
"What's the difference, Daddy?"
"The difference affects you Alicia, and some of the other girls."
"We can have babies?"
"Some of the girls infected with GG-183 before puberty are now menstruating and about half of them are ovulating. They've been working with a very small sample so we don't know what the numbers will be in the general population. It's possible that the girls in the sample are best case and the general population won't have nearly that many who are fertile. It's also possible that the girls in the sample are worst case and more in the general population will be fertile."
"So maybe a 50-50 chance that I can have babies?"
"Yes, munchkin. But we'll know more as their research includes more girls. As soon as I know more, you'll know more."
"I know. You're really good about telling us what's going on."
"The other things that are going on aren't good. GG-183 is now into the third ring of states and it's extremely unlikely that it can be contained there. We can expect it to be in the local area in a matter of days. We won't be doing much differently except for masks and gloves when we encounter people from off the property. Some of you know from experience that many people just go crazy when people around them start showing signs of infection. We'll be watching our security system closely. The Colonel is assigning a squad here for a while, in case of bigger problems than we can handle directly."
"The Humvee with a gun will be in the barn again?"
"Probably, Sammy. We'll know tomorrow or the next day. The one who rode Jenny's horse here will be staying as Dawkins alternate so they can have 24 hour radio coverage. He'll also be helping with the horses."
"You're still frowning, Jack."
"Russia and China had another small nuclear exchange this morning, our time. They destroyed missile launch facilities in each other's countries…"
"We get fallout?"
"There will be some fallout, Leah. As before, where it lands will depend on the jet stream and the cold front that's coming our way. We'll know more tomorrow and the next day. Remember that we have a safe place for all of us to stay, if needed."
"I need a hug!"
"You're probably not the only one. Anyone else who needs a hug line up behind Leah."
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"You're not smiling, Daddy."
"No, I'm not, Amelia. You remember the people who hid behind the dirt-colored tarp on the hill and got blown up by the bazooka?"
"Un huh."
"We gave their bosses some false information…"
"You made the radio look like the quiet room thingy."
"Yes, Alicia. A company of California National Guard attacked the hospital we said the survivors from the house had been taken to. They all had Chinese ancestry. Those who weren't killed in the fighting are being interrogated to see who was behind the attack on the hospital. Another group showed up at the plant that's making the SCADA chips to get the lights back on. They were California National Guard and Highway Patrol. All had Chinese ancestry. The few not killed in the fighting are being interrogated."
"A few, Mister D? They shot all of them?"
"Charlie, that plant is essential to getting the lights back on. There is a large group of soldiers at that plant because of your Daddy's suggestions on protecting it. Enough of the bad guys survived to give us good information about who was behind the attack."
"You know who it was?"
"A very small number in the military know, Amelia. That information will remain secret until the people behind the attack have been captured or killed. Meanwhile, pay attention to your Daddy's rule of 'no one outside alone'."
"You're scaring me!"
"Amelia, he's telling you how to stay safe. Knowing what might happen is the first step in keeping yourself and others safe."
"Yes, Daddy. I need another hug!"
"I think all the adults should get in place for giving hugs."
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"Celia and Leah. Get your things together for a possible overnight in the cabin."
"Yes, Daddy!"
"Other kids, jammies, brush, floss. I think you need more time to calm down so you get two books tonight."
"You'll finish the set?"
"Yes."
"Goody!"
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"A much longer reading time than usual, Mr. Wilson."
"Much more upset kids than usual, Mrs. Wilson. They all seemed OK when I did the goodnight kisses and hugs. Speaking of upset, remind me tomorrow to work on controlling puking."
"I think you timed their calming very well. But it's now so late that you'll unquestionably be keeping tonight's girls overnight. I'll talk with Lisa and Alicia after breakfast and we can go from there."
"I think Celia and Leah will each wake up in the morning smiling. I did make some notes about the things we'll need if we must use the fallout shelter. I need to get limited power and a network feed down there for surveillance plus some antenna connections for the military radio. All the MRE's should be moved down there. All the linens should be washed and the mattress covers should be wiped down and the pillows should be fluffed and aired out. Pillows can be done on the sun porch, just work out where all the sheets, pillow cases and towels can be hung to dry - outside is fine the next day or so. I also need to locate the filters on the air intake to see if they need to be replaced and arrange power for the ventilation fans, if possible. I don't think we want to be cranking those by hand. I'm sure all the information I need is in the binder with the drawings of the shelter."
"You expect to get some fallout?"
"My 'nagging feeling' again. Something is going to happen. I think the fallout more likely than being attacked by people fleeing GG-183 but that's still possible. If we are to be isolated for multiple days, that might be a good time for you and Hazel to 'repair' me."
"I know Amelia will want to 'help'. I'll check on the others who may be blossoming healers."
"Goodnight, Mrs. Wilson."
"Goodnight, Mr. Wilson. Based on that kiss, I think I'll talk to Hazel about your repairs."
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Tuesday, 14 December, 9:20PM
"Celia and Leah. Get your jackets and your bags."
"Yes, Daddy."
"It's not cold in here."
"I was out earlier and left the fire going very low. First let me stoke the fire in the pot bellied stove and add more wood so the cabin will get a little warmer. As late as it is, I expect some lap time to put you to sleep so get your jammies on. If you keep your clothes in the bed, they'll be warm in the morning."
"I don't see why I hafta share time with Leah. She's the biggest 'bother' in everyone's life!"
"Explain that to me Celia?"
"She just is!"
"If you can't give a good reason, you'll lose your lap time and you'll sleep in the other bed."
"You hate me, too! I hate all of you!"
"Other bed, Celia."
"No! Make Leah get in the other bed so I can have all of your lap! Hey! Let go of me! Put me down!"
"You are down. In the other bed. Stay here or your punishment will be worse."
"But…"
"No buts. You had more than one chance to make this right. Leah, back on my shoulder."
"Daddy, it's not the same with her whining and sniffling. Can we go back to just one of us with you?"
"Yes, Leah. We can start back with the paper schedule. That means the oldest girls go first and you're near the bottom of the list. Put these foam earplugs in and they'll block most of the noise so you can sleep."
"OK"
"I hope the other kids aren't angry with Celia for stopping 'everyone this week'."
Leah's asleep with just a few silent tears. Celia's still sniffling and mumbling. She's not usually like this about anything. I wonder what set her off. Maybe she'll be settled enough by morning to tell me.
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Tuesday, 14 December, 10:30PM
"Daddy?"
"What are you doing out of bed, Celia?"
"I'm sorry."
"About what?"
"Amelia gave the green shirt she outgrew to Leah and I wanted it."
"Did you ever tell her that you wanted it?"
"No, but she knows my favorite color is green!"
"So Amelia should read your mind to know what you want?"
"I guess not. Can we get a do-over on our time with you?"
"I'll set my alarm for earlier in the morning. You can tell Leah you're sorry and ask if she wants a 'do-over'. You're not a morning person so you'll be working extra hard to be nice to her and everyone else in the morning. I will let you get a nap after morning chores are done."
"Thank you, best Daddy ever. Kiss me goodnight?"
"Yes."
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:20:20 GMT -6
Wednesday, 15 December, 5:10AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Wake these two in the proper order and see if they can agree to a 'do-over'.
"Celia?"
"Hi, Daddy. I'm awful sleepy."
"Remember what you asked last night?"
"The do-over!"
"I'll wake Leah and you talk to her."
"OK."
"Leah?"
"Hi, Daddy! Nice wake up. What's she doing in this bed?"
"Leah, listen to Celia."
"OK."
"Leah, I'm sorry. I wanted the green shirt Amelia gave you but I never told her. I thought she'd remember that green's my favorite color. I thought about it a long time last night and then I asked Daddy if he'd wake us early for a do-over. Will you? I don't wanna spoil this for everyone."
"You do look like you cried a lot. Can we do lap time now, Daddy?"
"Yes, Leah. Do you plan to tell me that Celia is your biggest bother?"
"I woulda said that last night but she found a way to fix things."
Each got her 15 minutes of lap time and back rubs put both of them back to sleep. Twenty more minutes of sleep won't make up for the early wake up but will help.
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Both of them have partial smiles. Time to wake them again.
"Hi, Celia."
"Hi, Daddy! Nice wake up. Thank you for letting me ask about the do-over."
"You're welcome. Is any shirt worth all the unhappy you had last night?"
"Un uh. There's other things like that, aren't there?"
"Yes, smart girl. I think you'll figure them out. I should wake your sister."
"Hi, Leah."
"Hi, Daddy! Nice wake up. Celia, thank you for the do-over. If you want to wear the shirt just ask."
"Girls, get up and dressed for the day. We might be helping with breakfast."
"OK."
"Can we invite Mister D to eat with us?"
"You may, Celia."
"May?"
"Can is able to. I think you are able to walk out there and ask speak to him. May is permission. I will allow you to invite him."
"You come with us. He said nobody outside alone."
"As soon as I refill the stove. Someone will be out here later."
knock. knock.
"Enter."
"Mister D, Daddy said it was OK to ask you and Mister C to come eat with us."
"Thank you, Celia. Childers is asleep - he had the night shift. I'll tell him that you invited him. Jack, this thumb drive has some recordings for you to listen to after you eat."
"I should let breakfast settle first?"
"Probably, but within the hour."
"Then I'll get with Joe on clearing the space for a pistol range behind the remains of the barn across the road before I listen."
"Shooting lessons for the newer kids?"
"That and practice for the rest of us. Two of them have some training and experience and all are doing well with the gun safety classes."
"I've seen the results of Joe's teaching. This next group will also be a force to be reckoned with. I think your kids could be the pages of an NRA calendar - the January girl, the February girl and so forth."
"If we ever get back to something close to 'normal', I might send them photographs and a mockup of the calendar. Thanks for the idea."
"Just save a calendar for me."
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"You look more worried than usual, Jack. What was in the recording you were listening to?"
"More nuke exchanges between Russia and China. Don't think we'll be on the receiving end of any as the President authorized B2 delivery on Moscow and Beijing of cans of red, white and blue paint and leaflets with 'This could have been a 50 megaton nuke' in ten languages. The 'Hot Line' has been quite active since then and there's been a lot of personal contact at our embassies. Seems they didn't think we could get to either city. Similar drops were made on some Middle Eastern capitals and on some Muslim-leaning capitals in Europe."
"I'd guess there was a lot of 'Oh, shit!' in various languages when that happened."
"Yes, Sarah. We have formal requests for peace treaties and for assistance with repairing their electrical grids. Tim's comment of 'worth their weight in diamonds' has proved true. Payment is being offered in diamonds, gold, silver, platinum, titanium, other rare or precious metals, oil and food. The bad news is that there's more fallout coming and GG-183 is spreading faster."
"It's mutated?"
"CDC is investigating. They're not sure whether GG-183 has become more virulent, people are going hungry and are thus more susceptible, or if it's something else."
"You plan to tell the kids?"
"As soon as I work out how to do that without terrifying them. Dawkins and Childers will be tracking the fallout continuously. The jet stream could be our friend or enemy depending on which way it's moving. The big cold front that will likely bring us snow for Christmas - and maybe temperatures near or below zero - also may affect the path of the fallout."
"It could go to Mexico again?"
"Yes, but it could also come right over us. Based on the number and estimated size of the nukes used, we might be in the shelter three or four weeks if it comes our way. But we'd lose much of our potential crop production for the next year from the lack of fertile ground after scraping off the fallout-contaminated topsoil. Without power, oil and transportation, we won't be seeing commercial fertilizers available. The pastures would need the same treatment, so we'd be using more stored animal feed. We'd be making some expedient shelters for the animals and someone would be making trips out of our shelter to care for them. We might be able to rig some way to automatically provide water and maybe feed but mucking stalls and milking will be manual labor."
"Will the milk be safe to drink?"
"As long as we're using stored feed. Once the pasture is scraped and the contaminated dirt buried, we can re-plant and eventually turn the animals out when the grass is high enough. Remember that if enough 'stuff' gets into the atmosphere it will block sunlight to some degree. That will reduce the growing season and make for colder winters. And reduce the amount of power we get from the solar panels."
"You need a break, Mr. Wilson. I'll bring you a cup of chamomille tea."
"Thank you, Mrs. Wilson."
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"Daddy?"
"Yes, girls?"
"You look like you need a hug so me and Maddie have them for you."
"Thank you, Amelia and Maddie. I might …"
"Like us a little bit?"
"Appreciate the loving kids I have. And that other thing."
"You goof!"
"But my girls are smiling."
"So are you - finally. When Momma makes you chamomille tea something bad has happened or is gonna happen and you're trying to figure out how to tell us without scaring the pee out of the little ones."
"Maybe the big ones, too. shortstuff."
"It's that bad?"
"It might be."
"Can we help?"
"The fact that you want to help, even when you don't know what the problem is, is a big help. I'll tell everyone at lunch."
"OK. Can you and Grandpa Joe make a shooting range across the road?"
"Yes. There's open space behind the old barn and a small rise at the end of it that will make a good backstop. He might have the new students out there in a day or so."
"Might?"
"Other things may change what we do and when we do it. That's part of what I'll be telling you later."
"OK. Now, Maddie!"
"I've heard of being smothered with kisses but this is the first time it's happened to me. Thank you, girls."
"We love you, Daddy."
"I think I might know that."
"You goof!"
---
"In spite of what you're writing, Jack, you're almost smiling."
"I was the victim of a conspiracy, Sarah."
"What?"
"Amelia and Maddie came in and asked if they could help…"
"They saw that you were troubled and asked?"
"Yes. Then they both grabbed me and smothered me in kisses and 'I love you's."
"I'd say they learned how to give the love that's needed when it's needed. Maybe a little of you has rubbed off on them?"
"I'd like to think so."
"We do have some terrific kids."
"We certainly do."
---
"Waffles for lunch, Hazel?"
"Sarah told me a little of what you'll be sharing with the kids. We could all use some comfort food."
"You're right. Guess I should get into the details before they get started on their second waffle."
"I made three for each of you. What they don't eat now can be dessert after supper."
"Thank you."
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"Fallout like you thought we'd have before, Daddy"
"Yes, Leah. We won't know the exact path for several days but we'll make preparations to be in a safe place if needed."
"What about Tucker and Petunia?"
"Jenny, if we need a safe place for the animals, we'll use the backhoe to dig a big hole and put the trailers in it, then cover them with the dirt we dug out. Several feet of dirt provides good protection from fallout. Someone would be taking care of the animals regularly…"
"Me!"
"No, Jenny. Not you or any of the other kids. The older adults will care for the animals because an adult will likely die from other causes before they'd die from any harm that the fallout might cause. That isn't true for kids. If we need to shelter, none of you will be outside until we tell you it's safe and the area has been cleaned."
"What about the GG-183 moving faster?"
"Charlie, the CDC is investigating and we'll know when they know. There are three possibilities. One is that GG-183 has changed and it's become stronger. Two is that more people aren't eating well and can't fight off the infection. Three is that it's something they haven't thought of yet. I think that there are probably a lot of hungry people because the trucks and trains have been stopped for a while and that could be a very good reason the infection is moving faster."
"If we didn't have the food Momma and Daddy brought and the food Grandma Hazel and Grandpa Bill brought and what came on the semi's, we wouldn't be eating very good 'cause nobody's been to the store since we've been here."
"Very good, Cyndy. If we can, we'll be growing things in the spring but most crops take weeks to months to be ready to pick and eat…"
"If we can?"
"Lisa, remember the fallout I mentioned? If that happens, we'll be scraping off the contaminated dirt. That's the top few inches which is usually the richest soil for growing things. The only fertilizer we'll have is what we got on the way here and what we get from cleaning up after the animals. That may not be enough to have everything we plant do well this year. The other stuff that nuclear explosions put into the air can block some of the sunlight so we may not have as much sun or as warm a summer and those factors will also limit how much food we can grow."
"Will the greenhouses be safe to grow stuff in?"
"Yes, Charlie, but the greenhouses are very small compared to the size of the garden we need for this many people and they're also affected by the amount of sunlight available."
"So lots of boring stuff and not much fun stuff to eat?"
"Correct, but you won't be hungry and maybe another blueberry waffle is 'fun stuff'?"
"Yes!"
"Hazel has seconds for all of you that want them. These are big waffles so your 'seconds' are half a waffle and we see if you can finish that much before you get the other half."
---
"I saw Lexi and some others asking Amelia about the 'comic book'. Guess that's a good thing?"
"A very good thing that they're interested enough to do research, Sarah. We may get some questions when they reach the limit of that book's information. I have some things saved on CD that they can read."
"Something that will scare the pee out of them?"
"Not the introductory CD I'll let them explore. I have some other information that I find scary. They won't be exposed to any of that unless it's needed."
"You'll be taking a group out after supper?"
"I think so, Sarah. I saw Celia and Leah talking with Amelia and Alicia. Since Celia was in tears part of the time, I'll hazard a guess that it was about her almost stopping the 'all of you this week' program. I think things will go more smoothly with the older girls."
"I don't think any of them will intentionally do something to derail that."
"Especially after being told that it almost happened. I should make a list of who should be in each of the next few groups."
"They don't get to choose?"
"Within limits. We have a few who are still more fragile than the others. I need to ensure their sessions go well. Lexi must have a one-on-one session. I don't think she or Jenny is completely talked out and the each member of the 'C' team probably needs another one-on-one session. I may be doing one-on-one before supper and a group overnight - again."
"They're always happy with overnight. Better to sleep on your shoulder than anywhere else. In the morning. they'll be happy and feel safe."
"After all I told them at lunch I think they'll all need a lot of 'feeling safe'."
"I mentioned that to Dad and Uncle Bill. They'll both be watching for those needing hugs or snuggles."
"Thank you. I'll go make my list of one-on-one and groups. I still need you and/or Hazel to get with me on controlling puking."
"I'll see how Lisa and Alicia are. Whoever seems least upset by today's news can be our guinea pig. Yes, I'll explain what we'll be doing and why so she'll know if she really wants to help. Give me ten minutes and then plan on going to the cabin."
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"That was weird, Daddy. Momma was trying to make me puke and you were trying to keep me from puking. I understand why you did it but my tummy is still a little queasy."
"Let me try to remove that 'little queasy'."
"Tickles a little."
"The tickle was to get your attention away from the 'little queasy' feeling so it didn't get worse. Better now?"
"Yes, Daddy. Just like when I came out here."
"Thank you for being our guinea pig, Lisa. You'll be helping all the others - and maybe even yourself - when there's another event that's very upsetting."
"Like having to shoot someone or being reminded of something bad that's been buried for a long time."
"Do you have anything buried?"
"Not that I remember, Daddy. You're really good at getting us to remember and tell you about the hurts."
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"Are all the kids down here, Sarah?"
"Yes, Jack. I think they all want 'in the same room' time because none of them have been more than six feet away from an adult except for bathroom breaks."
"Kids!"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"I told you that the schedule would be different so I could get to all of you this week. Part of that different is the order of people, part is the groups. The other part of different is that there will be a few one-on-one sessions mixed in because we have some newer kids who aren't ready for this kind of group session. No whining or saying 'Not fair' if I do one-on-one with someone - you know that Jenny hasn't had time to tell me everything and that Lexi and the 'C' team had their one-on-one sessions interrupted by a new arrival."
"So they're still working on getting it all out?"
"Very good, Rachel. That's exactly what's happening. Lexi, get your bag and your coat and we'll go out now."
"Yes, Daddy."
"It's warm in here!"
"Remember that a group spent the night here and I refilled the stove before we left. Lisa was out here earlier as a guinea pig so Sarah could teach me how to recognize when someone is about to puke and show me how to control that."
"That woulda been nice when I was out here before!"
"For you and most of the others. If there's anything that upsetting in the future, I may be able to control it - at least to the point of stopping the heaves although there might still be some 'my tummy doesn't feel good'."
"Better than on my knees and puking."
"Is there anything else you need to tell me?"
"No, Daddy. Getting me where I could tell everyone about being pregnant and telling Uncle Tim who the father was made me feel good and like I'd dumped out a load of garbage. Thank you, best Daddy ever."
"You're welcome, sweetie. I'll add some wood to the stove and close the damper some to keep a small fire going."
"You're gonna bring someone else out here?"
"Probably not until after story time. Probably a group."
"You should bring Amelia and Maddie. I think they miss time with you more than anyone else. Well, maybe Charlie, too."
"Are you 'hearing' more than you're telling me about?"
"I'm sorry! I didn't want you mad at me for knowing what you said to them!"
"I'm not mad at you, sweetie. That 'hearing' isn't something that you came up with on your own. Some of the others also 'hear' things that aren't aimed at them. Just let me know if there's something I need to know about - even if it's just who should get attention first."
"You are the best Daddy ever!"
"Maybe just the best one in this cabin."
"That too!"
"Get your coat and bag. We'll go back to the house and see if there's any new bad news from the rest of the world."
"As long as I'm loved like you love me, I can manage anything."
"I think you might at that, little mother."
"I like it when you say 'little mother'. It sounds like 'I love both of you'."
"It might be."
"Hold my hand?"
"Scary to be going back to the house?"
"No. I just wanna be touching you."
"OK."
---
"Lexi?"
"Yes, Grandpa Joe?"
"Do you want to go to the shooting range with the others?"
"It's ready?"
"Yes. Dawkins helped me get it in shape while you were outside. Tell me the four rules."
"All guns are loaded…"
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"Sarah, I see Joe is quizzing Lexi. Do we have weapons that will fit all their hands?"
"Things brought from Jenny's house. Cyndy can just manage the youth .22 rifle. Same for the .22 pistol. There are .25 pistols for the older girls."
"Is Amelia ready to move up to a .32?"
"Dad had her try when he had all the handguns out. She's close but she requested to stay with the .25 until her hand gets just a little bigger."
"Gotta love these responsible kids."
"I do. You should go with them, Jack."
"I hadn't planned to be there so they wouldn't feel pressured by my presence. When Joe says they're comfortable on the range, I'd like to watch and especially encourage those who need some extra support. If they've not been turned off to shooting by someone, most kids find it another challenge - something they can learn to do well."
"On that basis, I'll go watch. Dad had said he wanted another set of eyes to watch that all of them were following the rules. If they ask why me instead of you, I'll tell them that you wanted them to be paying attention to their primary instructor and that you'll come watch when Joe says it's OK."
"Sounds good to me."
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"Daddy! Look at my targets!"
"And mine!"
"Me, too!"
"Me!"
"Me!"
"I only know two ways to do this fairly, since you all pretty much asked together. I can do it alphabetically, starting with 'A', or by age, starting with the youngest."
"By age, Daddy. Cyndy's really excited about how good she did."
"OK, Lexi. Cyndy first."
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"How did they do, Jack?"
"Five or six rounds on the target the first time for all of them. I've seen adults who didn't do that well the first time they fired a handgun. They all did nine or ten on the target with the rifle. How were they on safety, Sarah?"
"Cyndy needed to be reminded about waiting for the range to be clear before running to get her target, but only once. I think they'll all do well."
"He has a place for them to clean the guns?"
"A corner of the basement. There's a small window they can open for ventilation."
"Then we need to ensure all the others get range time before the fallout gets here, including the adults."
"It's coming at us?"
"Possibly going south again, but I'll still ensure the shelter is ready for us. The expedient shelter for the animals will only take a few hours to dig and place. I found some piece parts in the barn that will work for an automatic waterer for the larger animals and something for the chickens. I don't think I mentioned them before."
"You didn't mention the chickens before. So feed and cleanup would still be manual?"
"Definitely manual cleanup and milking. Might be able to partially automate feeding - if we can find parts and have time to assemble them. If we can configure something that will work for a couple of days then someone going out every third day won't get nearly the radiation exposure as someone going out every day."
"You don't sound quite as worried about the fallout as you were the last time."
"Maybe I've become resigned to the likelihood of dealing with it. However, I'd be quite happy to find that it's taking the same path as the previous fallout cloud. First, because it won't have any direct and immediate effect on us. Second, because it will have minimum effect on other people - the previous fallout zone is a no-man's-land now and more fallout there won't have an immediate effect on anyone. We'd still be dealing with the secondary effects - people going crazy because they think they'll die, people fighting over the limited available food. The fallout in the southern part of the Gulf will likely affect fishing there for a long time. If this cloud dumps its load in the same area, perhaps the area won't increase in size, just radiation intensity. The particles in the atmosphere that can cause a reduction in sunlight will be there to some degree regardless of where the fallout lands."
"You have your list for getting the rest of the girls through 'schedule time'?"
"Partly finished. Lexi had some suggestions. Seems she also 'hears' things that aren't aimed at her. And she probably came in with a question for you."
"She did and I answered it."
"Good."
"You're not curious?"
"I am, but I don't know that another pregnant girl would accept my answer about how her body might change during pregnancy unless she verified it with you."
"Excellent logic, Mr. Wilson."
"Thank you, Mrs. Wilson. There are some questions that I'll send to you because the person asking needs to know that the answer is coming from someone with experience."
"I think we might make a good pair for parenting."
"Is that a proposition, Mrs. Wilson?"
"No, that's a reminder to me to work out the best day for you to be out of circulation and get Hazel on board for that day."
"We need to check for horse-drawn equipment at Jenny's place and at the Historical Society. We should do that before it's lost to looters or a fire, intentional or not. That recon could be done on a motorcycle and pictures, notes and measurements brought back for Joe and Bill to determine what we should get and the best way to get it back here. The Historical Society building is maybe ten miles away?"
"Ten miles sounds right. Dad rode a motorcycle when he was younger. Ask him to go with you and he can make decisions and determine trailers needed."
"I'll do that. If we go looking today, we could make a collection run tomorrow."
"You have about an hour of daylight left."
"Joe!"
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"Sarah, you just said the Joe had ridden a motorcycle. You didn't tell me that he raced them!"
"You needed to know that he could ride so you'd accept him going with you. You didn't need to know that he was probably a more experienced rider than you."
"I began to suspect that when he was giving me details on each bike and he'd only glanced at them. It's good to have someone who could teach others if needed."
"The kids aren't big enough for those motorcycles!"
"They're big enough to learn to be a good passenger. I think I saw a couple of smaller dirt bikes in a shed at Jenny's place. We can check on that when we're there tomorrow. Also for some helmets. One of those bikes might be small enough for Sammy to handle. They do provide fast transportation with minimum fuel use."
"I'm not enthusiastic about them learning to ride a motorcycle but I understand about learning to be a good passenger - I learned that before I learned to ride a bicycle. I can imagine several scenarios where it might be useful."
"I'll ask Joe and he can look at the dirt bikes I saw at Jenny's. We can decide from there."
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Wednesday, 15 December, 5:40PM
"Need my assistant cooks in the kitchen!"
"Coming, Grandma Hazel."
"On my way, Aunt Hazel."
"Whatcha need us to do?"
"Crissy, I'll let you read the recipe and tell the others what's needed."
"Well, Crissy?"
"Cyndy, I'm reading all the ingredients so I'll know which measuring spoons and cups we'll need. I'll tell you what to get when I finish reading. This recipe is on both sides of the card."
"Sounds big."
"It has a lot of ingredients but we hafta double it to have enough for all of us."
"Really?"
"It says 'Serves 12'. There's more than 12 of us."
"Very good, Crissy."
"Thanks, Grandma. Cyndy, we need one cup, one-half cup…"
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"You're not helping cook, Amelia?"
"Aunt Hazel has a lot of things that the younger kids can do so me and Charlie and Maddie have free time until it's done. Aunt Hazel said 30 minutes to put it together and an hour to cook after it's in the oven."
'Would you like group time with Charlie and Maddie?'
'How'd you know?'
'One of your other sisters who "hears" things.'
'I bet it was Lexi. That's something she would do to make us happy.'
'Tell Charlie and Maddie. Get your coats and meet me at the back door. I'll tell Sarah where we'll be.'
"Sarah, I'm taking a group out."
"Aren't they all cooking?"
"Lots of things the younger ones can help with so Amelia, Charlie and Maddie aren't needed to help cook. Supper is an hour and a half away."
"Just enough time if you're quick."
"Better an abbreviated 'time' than no time at all. Don't hold supper if we're not back when it's ready. Considering what's being made, I think there'll be plenty for us if we come in late."
"It's not very warm in here, Daddy."
"I'll add wood to the stove and stoke the fire. You can write your Christmas wish lists while the cabin warms. Pencil and paper for each of you on the table."
"Today's the 15th so it is almost Christmas. Where will you buy presents? Nothing's open with the power off."
"Maybe like in the days of Little House when people made gifts for other people, Charlie? You write down what you want. Ask me if you're not sure about how something is spelled."
"I'm done."
"Amelia in my lap, others beside me. The other groups have told me that they can't talk about everything that bothers them in a group because the 'bother' might be in the group. We'll do one-on-one sessions again. This just lets all of you get a little time with me and a chance to tell about some of your 'bothers'."
"How little time?"
"Fifteen minutes in my lap and 30 minutes beside me."
"Better than no lap time."
"And who's your 'bother' this time?"
"Not a who. All the stuff going on in the world. GG-183. Fallout. Hold me tight?"
"And rub your back?"
"Un huh."
Ten minutes of that and she's asleep.
"Charlie, pull back the blanket on the bed."
"Yes, Daddy."
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"Now that Amelia's down, Maddie in my lap."
"Yes!"
"And who's your 'bother' this time?"
"Same as Amelia but I don't think I'll go to sleep when you rub my back."
"OK. Back rub for you."
"Feel safe."
"Then let's keep you feeling safe until it's time to go."
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"Pull back the covers on the other side of the bed, Charlie."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Maddie's down. Your turn. Who's your 'bother' this time?"
"Same as Amelia and Maddie. If your back rub puts me to sleep, can I stay in your lap?"
"Yes."
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"Hi. Charlie."
"Nice wake up, Daddy. I love sleeping in your lap!"
"I've heard that from some other kids. I should wake the others."
"Hi, Amelia."
"I went to sleep?"
"Not unusual when you get lap time and a back rub."
"I guess not."
"Hi, Maddie."
"I went to sleep?"
"I think you and your 'twin sister' are very much alike. Up and get you coat."
"OK."
"Out of my lap, Charlie."
"I'm bleeding!"
"What?"
"Amelia, Charlie's as surprised as you were."
"She shouldn't be surprised."
"I shouldn't be?"
"Charlie, what did Hazel tell all of you earlier in the week?"
"Some of us would start periods soon. Yuck!"
"Amelia, would you get the kit for Charlie?"
"Yes, Daddy. Charlie, it's messy but not so bad if you use a tampon."
"You said 'tampon' and Daddy is here!"
"He says it too, Charlie. We were at his apartment doing some computer stuff when I started so he had to explain and show me how. Jeans down and sit on the bucket so I can show you."
"The bucket? Another yuck!"
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"Thank you, Amelia."
"You're welcome, Charlie. You should thank Daddy for having the starter kit out here."
"I guess I should. He's always looking out for us. Thank you, Daddy."
"You're welcome, Charlie. You need more lap time? I think your sisters might agree to that."
"I can?"
"You may."
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"Ready to go back, Charlie?"
"I'd rather stay here but I don't think you'd all skip supper so I can."
"That would be correct. Stand up and get your coat."
"Ow!"
"What's wrong?"
"It hurts when I get straight. What's wrong with me?"
"Some girls have cramps during their period…"
"It always hurts like this?"
"Different bodies respond differently. Amelia's first period started with no pain, she just noticed the blood. Some girls have cramps, which sounds like what's happening to you. You need to talk with Sarah about this."
"Are you gonna tell everyone?"
"Amelia and Maddie won't tell anyone else - this is about your body and you decide who knows. I will tell Sarah. She needs to know and you need to talk with her about hurting and where the supplies are kept and about using a calendar to know when your next period might start."
"It's not always the same?"
"It might be the typical every month, but when girls first start menstruating their periods are sometimes all over the place. It might be two weeks or two months. Talk with Sarah. I'll ask her if you've told her but I won't tell anyone else about your 'growing up' event."
"'Growing up'?"
"Yesterday you were a little girl. Now you are a potential mother. Isn't that part of growing up?"
"You always make things seem so much better!"
"Get your shoes and coats, girls. You might be helping serve supper when we get inside."
"Yes, Daddy."
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Wednesday, 15 December, 7:30PM
"You're back just in time, Jack. Girls, you can set the table."
"Charlie needs a few minutes with you now, Sarah."
"Come upstairs with me, Charlie."
"Yes, Momma."
"Why are we up here, Charlie?"
"Daddy said it's a 'growing up' event."
"I think that's a very good way to describe starting your period. He showed you how to use a tampon?"
"He had Amelia show me. He said you'd show me where they're stored and help me with a calendar."
"He loves his kids very much. Most men won't even say tampon and certainly not help with one."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"I do have the best Daddy in the world!"
"Yes, you do."
"And sisters who love me enough to tell me to talk with you about how much it hurts."
"I thought you were hurting. It's OK to tell me that first so I can help you with it. Let me put my hands here and here. Better now?"
"Un huh. I'll hafta get you to do this every time?"
"Remember that some of your sisters are 'healers in training'. Bring one or two with you the next time you're hurting..."
"This won't be the only time?"
"Sorry, Charlie, but you might be hurting to some degree on most days of your period."
"Then it would be good to have a bunch of them who know how!"
"Yes, it would. I'll show them how to help you and that will also be how to help other girls if needed in the future."
"This is the best family ever!"
"Then we need to go back downstairs and help feed that family."
"Yes, Momma."
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"Smells great, Hazel!"
"Thank you, Jack. I took my meatloaf recipe and one of yours and some ideas from your version of Cincinnati chili."
"Then I understand the scents that grab my nose."
"If you'll get the pans out of the oven…"
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"Aunt Hazel, this is yummy!"
"It sure is, Grandma!"
"Thank you, Sammy and Crissy."
"I'd have said 'yummy' but Rachel would have told me the grown-ups don't say 'yummy'."
"Mister D!"
"Childers told me that he likes meatloaf so you be sure to take him a big serving."
"Yes, Ma'am."
---
"Kids."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Supper's a little late tonight and tonight's book is longer than most so after the dishes are washed and put away, it'll be jammies, brush and floss for all of you."
"Yes, Daddy."
'Amazing how a "long book" motivates them.'
'More time snuggled on or near you is the motivator, Jack. The book is just the excuse.'
"You two are at it again?"
"That just earned you a promised tickling, Miss Alexandra Moore."
"Gotta pee first or I'll leak."
"Go."
"Do me too!"
"And me."
"Me!"
"Kids! Lexi is getting this for something she said days ago and I promised her tickles in retribution."
"What-tribution?"
"Dictionary in the usual place, Crissy. Spelling is r-e-t-r-i-b-u-t-i-o-n."
"Seems like you're always in teacher mode."
"You're correct. Lexi gets her tickles now. Then she'll be helping with the dishes. The rest of you can get tickles after jammies, brush, floss and pee."
"OK."
"Across my lap, Lexi."
"OK, but why?"
"A raspberry on your belly button and one just a little lower down for Jackie."
"You remembered to do both of us!"
"I might like Jackie - and her mother. And this is probably another good place…"
"Not my ribs!"
"And here…"
"Not my feet!"
"You're giggling so much you can't breathe. Time to stop. Sit up for a hug."
"Your tickles end so good!"
"You have dishes to dry and/or put away."
"Yes, Daddy."
'Other than the bruises on her face, no one would ever know she'd been treated so badly.'
'Getting the kind of love they need when they need it heals many things.'
'Having the right person giving that love also makes a difference. You're taking someone out tonight?'
'Yes. Jenny tonight for one-on-one talking. The others in the morning and probably after lunch. With the bad news they've heard, I think this is one of my more important chores.'
'I agree. I'll make up an overnight bag for Jenny.'
"The others are getting ready for bed. Do I get tickles, too?"
"If you want them, Jenny. You stay in these clothes. I think you need more time talking with me and we'll go out after everyone else is in bed…."
"I get to snuggle all night?"
"Yes…"
"You are the best Daddy ever!"
"Maybe just the best one you know. Sarah will pack an overnight bag for you. I'll go stoke the fire in the stove in the cabin so it'll be warmer when we go out there after the story."
"What's that noise?"
"That's our herd of elephants coming down for tickles."
"You're silly!"
---
'Other than Paige being in too much of a hurry to pee and then leaking as soon as you got both hands on her ribs, that went well.'
'Since Amelia noticed it and got Paige up and away before she leaked on anything other than underwear and jammies, it went very well. Amelia got Paige emptied then washed, dried and her clothes changed in record time and got her back down here before I finished with Celia so Paige still got her full turn.'
'Gotta love these caring, responsible kids.'
'Even when they're yours.'
'You goof!'
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"Everyone but Jenny to bed for hugs and kisses. Jenny needs to talk with me more and if it doesn't end well she can sleep the rest of the night instead of just getting a short nap."
"Your shoulder is the best place to be when I'm scared or hurt or whatever."
"Me too."
"In bed for kisses."
"I'm going!"
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Wednesday, 15 December, 9:50PM
"Jenny, get your coat on and zip it."
"Yes, Daddy. I looked at the cameras and didn't see anything."
"Very good. To the cabin. The fire's been going long enough that the cabin should be comfortable with a blanket around you."
"OK. "
"We're inside. Coats off. Sit in my lap and I'll wrap a blanket around us. Talk to me."
"When Momma and Daddy dropped me off when I was two, my butt was really sore from Daddy using it. Pops saw it when he changed my diaper and knew what had been happening. He put medicine on me that made it feel better…"
Almost an hour of things that happened to her. Not to puking tonight but more than I wanted to hear. It's late and she's tired. I think she may sleep well tonight.
"Jammies, brush and floss. Then I want you take a few minutes to write out your Christmas wish list…"
"What's there to wish for? I got a new family, a Momma that healed me and a Daddy who loves me very much."
"You think about small things you might want. The youngest girls wanted bows and other things for their hair."
"Can I write it tomorrow? I'm kinda tired now."
"Tomorrow is OK. I'll remind you. Tonight you get to sleep with your head on my shoulder."
"Best pillow ever!"
"Good night, Jenny."
"Good night, best Daddy ever!"
She's down with her head on my shoulder. Less than a minute and she's asleep - with a smile. She has proven to be very resilient - recovering from some things faster than any of the others. Do I have a crush on a nine year old? Well, she is bright and beautiful and loving and caring and a very strong person. I think those things would make her attractive to a large segment of the population.
I think time with the Grandpa's has also helped some of these girls. I see some improvements in the 'C' team that I haven't been involved with. That's good. We're a family and we take care of each other as needed - even Amelia getting Paige's jammies changed tonight.
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Thursday, 16 December, 1:50AM
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
That's an annoying sound but it always wakes me. Bring up the cameras and see what's moving where. Several bodies coming over the fence out front. Check that Sarah is awake.
(Sarah!)
(I'm up and armed, Jack. Dad is waking and arming the older kids. We should be watching out front?)
(Unless the cameras show others trying to get in. I'd guess these are running from GG-183 but we don't want them here. I know it's soon, but I'll wake and arm Jenny. She can bar the door and hide behind the armoire unless she has to shoot someone.)
(We may have another one to calm tonight.)
(We'll take care of them as needed. Alert the Colonel.)
(I did, Daddy. They'll be here in ten minutes or so. I'm sitting on the floor by the radio.)
(Very good, Charlie. Sarah, I have the AR15 out here, so I'll be on the roof. I'd guess your Dad has his 12 gauge.)
(Loaded with slugs.)
(I'll confront them from behind the chimney.)
(We'll be watching all sides.)
"You, by the fence! You weren't invited, so you're not welcome here!"
"We just want a little food and water. People are dying from that new flu and we're trying to get away!"
"We're not a charity…"
"It's a farm! You grow food! I heard cows. We can have steak!"
"No, stupid. It's December. Nothing grows in the winter. The cow is a milker, not a steer, so no steak."
"I'll kill it and eat it anyway!!"
"One more step and you die!"
"There's just one of you. You can't get all of us!"
"I'm the only one you can see or hear. There are at least six more guns on you. Leave or die."
Bang!
That was closer than I'll want to remember.
B-R-A-A-P!
Bill is out with the BAR. Half of them are down and the other half are running for the road - and the Humvee lights silhouette them by the fence.
"Drop your weapons and get on the ground!"
"You gonna kill the rest of us if we don't?"
Pop!
Boom!
Never smart to fire a weapon at a squad of soldiers, especially when you're spotlighted and can't see them very well. One of them might have a 12 gauge.
"Does anyone else have stupid questions?"
---
"All your folks OK, Mr. Wilson?"
"Yes, Childers. Several will need calming from being armed and ready to fight but none were hurt."
"I think that's none but you, sir. You have blood on your sleeve."
"That was probably caused a chip of brick from the chimney. Their best shot only got close."
"We have a medic…"
"My wife can handle this."
"From what he's mentioned, she can probably handle a good deal more."
"Correct."
"We'll bag the ones in the yard and take the others for interrogation. I've never heard a BAR before, but it certainly speaks with authority."
"That it does."
"Could I try that some day?"
"Ask Joe. Probably if you BYOB."
"BYOB?"
"Bring your own bullets."
"Just tell me what it uses."
"Ask him later today."
"Will do."
---
"It's over, Daddy?"
"Yes, Amelia. I know that you and Maddie need more 'unwind' time than the others. Jenny was armed but alone in the cabin so she may also need that kind of time. Get your things and the two of you can come to the cabin with me."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Not until I've checked that arm, Mr. Wilson."
"Yes, Mrs. Wilson."
"Off with your shirt."
"Ugly scrape but I don't think it's deep."
"Deep enough to justify closure. First some antiseptic."
"Ouch! You could have identified it as alcohol."
"You're tough, Jack. You're a SEAL. Amelia, your hands here and here."
"Yes, Momma."
"That's better. Bandage for the night and a clean shirt."
"Yes, Mrs. Wilson."
"You goof! Go take care of some of these girls."
"Jenny?"
"Is that you, Daddy?"
"I handed you the .22 and told you where to be."
"It is you! Hold me!"
"Let Maddie and Amelia get in their jammies and all of you can snuggle up with me on the bed."
"How?"
"Maddie and Amelia on each side. You on my chest because you're the lightest."
"I guess so. My ribs kinda show."
"Not for long. I think Hazel's cooking will have you back where you should be very soon."
"It's always good!"
"Towel on my shoulders if you need to cry it out. I'll do little girl goodnight kisses and rub your backs to help you unwind."
"You are the best Daddy ever!"
"Yes!"
"Un huh!"
Thirty minutes and they're asleep and almost smiling. Let's see what a mental touch does for them.
(I love you, Amelia.)
We have a smile.
(I love you, Maddie.)
We have another smile.
(I love you, Jenny.)
"I love you too, Daddy. I didn't know you could do that!"
"I didn't know that it would wake you up. Most of the time, an 'I love you' during the night just gets a smile, although it did wake Sarah. You need to sleep. Little girl goodnight kiss on your nose and your head back down."
"Yes, best Daddy in the world."
Three deep breaths and she's asleep. I need to follow Jenny's tree and Sarah's tree and see who else might be in their common path. It also woke Rachel. Is she related in some way? Better make a paper note, otherwise I'll never remember all this in the morning. Also notes to ask Dawkins who our visitors were and if we can expect more of them. And if the military can supply us with more ammo.
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Thursday, 16 December, 6:10AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Time to wake my Sleeping Beauties.
"Hi, Amelia."
"Hi, Daddy. Nice wake up and nice snuggle when I was wound up. Do you know who they were?"
"I'll ask Dawkins when I see him. I'll also walk the yard where they were and the fence where they came in for any information I might find there."
"Show me how?"
"Yes, you may come with me. I have other girls to wake."
"Hi, Maddie."
"Hi, Daddy. Nice wake up and I also feel safe and sleep good when I'm on your shoulder."
"Hi, Jenny."
"Hi, Daddy. When I asked you said you'd do lips. Very nice wake up. The 'I love you' in my mind was an awesome wake up then!"
"It woke you up, Jenny? I remember 'hearing' it but it didn't wake me."
"Amelia, she woke up saying 'I love you, too'."
"Just like Rachel?"
"Yes."
"Does that mean Rachel is family?"
"I don't know. I need to do some searching in the family trees we have."
"Can I help?"
"Me, too?"
"Me?"
"Yes. I think all of you can help. After breakfast, I'll get out the information I have and you can see who might have connections to whom."
"You really are a teacher! I don't know anybody else that says 'whom'."
"I just read a lot, Jenny, and I remember the rules on word usage. Enough putting off getting out of bed. If you remembered to keep your clothes in the bed, they're warm. If you didn't remember, they're cold. Get up and get dressed. The cabin isn't all that cold as I added wood to the stove before we all went back to bed - but I can't stoke the fire until all of you are off me."
"I guess we gotta get up."
"Socks and go pee."
"Socks?"
"The floor is cold, Jenny."
"Then socks are good."
---
"Pancakes, Hazel?"
"With bacon and sausage. Comfort food after a scary night."
"Sounds good to me."
"Who were they, Jack?"
"I'll ask Dawkins when I tell him breakfast is ready. Joe, Childers wants to try the BAR. I told him he'd have to BYOB. I didn't remember at 2AM but that's 30-06, isn't it?"
"It is. He's welcome to use it and then learn how to disassemble and clean it."
"I think he'd be willing to do that. His comment was 'it speaks with authority'."
"That's a good description."
"Can I go with you to tell him, Daddy?"
"Are you able to, Charlie?"
"May I go with you?"
"Yes, but that sounds like you're looking for an opportunity to ask more questions."
"You read me too good!"
"Remember that Childers does the night shift and they're working six to six. He's asleep now. You may speak with him at supper if he joins us or after supper if not."
"Yes, Daddy. I'll write my questions down so I don't forget any of them."
"Very good, smart girl."
"What is 'BYOB'?"
"Most of the time it's a reminder for someone to bring what they want to drink - bring your own bottle. For shooting it's…"
"Bring your own bullets!"
"I can't imagine how you guessed that."
"You're silly, Daddy, but it's fun when you are."
"Speaking of writing things down - Jenny, I asked you to write something."
"I will, Daddy."
---
"Kids."
"Yes, Grandpa Joe?"
"I mentioned range time for everyone last night. Grandpa Bill or I will be taking a small group out each hour until all of you get range time. The list of who goes when is on the fridge. The first group goes with Grandpa Bill now. Get your coats. Jack, the flatbed trailer is on the semi and the box trailer is behind the 4WD work truck. We can go first to the Historical Society barn and stop at Jenny's place on the way back. If we don't have enough room on the trucks for everything there, it's a short drive to come back here and unload everything then go back and finish getting things."
"I'll get the AR and my shotgun. FRS radios for both of us and for Sarah, Hazel and Bill and get fresh batteries out of the chargers for them. With all the phone service down, we need something for short range communications. Sarah, there's a CB radio in the work truck. The military radio has CB channel 21 as a priority channel so it will pick up the radio in the truck. If you need to call us, hit PreSel and 21."
"I know the equipment is important, but you be careful, Mr. Wilson."
"Yes, Mrs. Wilson."
"Sarah, you sound just like your mother."
---
"Hazel, you come to the range with me. I could use a second set of eyes to ensure all the kids are following the rules."
"I'll get my coat, Bill. I could also use a little practice."
---
"Good that you found that block and tackle, Jack. Otherwise some of those pieces would have been difficult to get on the trailer."
"Joe, I suspect that most of these implements came here on a flatbed trailer and that was how they were unloaded. Think we'll have enough room for everything at the other place?"
"I think it'll be close. We might not need to bring the semi back there - I think I saw a flatbed trailer that the work truck can pull."
"If they're not loaded too heavily, I can manage tandem trailers behind the work truck for a couple of miles."
"Then we might get everything in one trip."
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"Grandma Hazel, I didn't know you were a sharpshooter! You put all six from that pistol in the center circle!"
"Crissy, she won't ever brag but she was the women's pistol champion in the senior division at the State competition last year. She only managed second place in the rifle competition."
"Only second, Grandpa Bill? She still did better than almost everyone else!"
"Thank you, Crissy. Your Grandpa Bill and I tease each other about many things."
"Like Daddy teases us?"
"Yes. Gentle and sometimes silly teasing that you know is teasing and never being mean. You didn't do badly either, little girl. You put the last six rounds in a three inch circle."
"I've had good teachers."
"And you've listened to your teachers and practiced as you were told."
"But Jenny did a two inch circle!"
"Michelle, do you remember hearing the story about where her name came from?"
"Oh, yeah. The first Jennifer was a sniper in the army - but they didn't know she was a girl! Can you inherit being a good shooter?"
"That I don't know, but you might inherit sharp vision, good depth perception, a steady hand and the patience to practice. All of those are factors in being a good shot."
"So she might be better than a lot of people."
"Yes. But all of you might have greater incentive to learn to do it well than most people - you want to be able to keep yourself and your family safe."
"Un huh!"
---
"Jack, was that noise a pig?"
"Possibly more than one, Joe. I noticed that one side of the pig pen had a motorcycle buried in it. I'd guess that was the stopping place of one of the raiders that was shot. There was a good crop of acorns this year so any pigs that escaped could have found food in the woods. We should try to catch a couple if they're small enough. Pigs weren't on my list on wanted animals but there are so many of us that I'll take any self-reproducing food source. If we can mostly pasture them, they won't need much other food."
"I'll be the beater if you'll catch them."
"OK. Let's follow the sounds."
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"What happened to you, Jack? You decide to go swimming in a mud pit?"
"No, Sarah. Caught some bacon walking."
"You got pigs? Where?"
"Heard them when were loading the dirt bikes at Jenny's place. Joe drove the pigs and I caught them. They're yearlings - a boar and three sows."
"Where will you put them?"
"There's a pen by the horse barn. It mostly blocks the scent when the wind blows from that direction."
"What will you feed them?"
"Scraps, the milk that isn't drunk and when they're a little calmer we can improve the fencing in a small section of the pasture and let them feed themselves most of the year. We did bring back the feed that was in barrels by their pen."
"Do you know anything about slaughtering a hog?"
"No, but Bill does. And I have a lot of documentation on raising pigs."
"So whose chore will they be?"
"Spread among the older kids. We'll work it out. They all get to share learning about the smell of money."
"Smell of money?"
"In our current environment, the pigs provide food for people and fertilizer for crops. Since we can't buy those things now, pigs are the smell of money."
"Your arguments are excellent but I don't know that they'll work on a nine year old."
"Would 'no more bacon' work on them?"
"That would be excellent for most of them. Meanwhile, I'll fix a couple of the sun shower bags and you can go to the cabin and wash."
"Yes, Mrs. Wilson."
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Thursday, 16 December, 11:50AM
"We have pigs, Daddy?"
"Yes, Jenny. Since they came from your ranch, I guess we have your pigs."
"I never liked feeding them 'cause they smell bad but Pops said it was the smell of money."
"I want you and the others to think about something. Are any stores open?"
"No."
"So we can't buy bacon or ham or sausage?"
"No."
"Can we buy fertilizer for our crops?"
"No. I know where you're going - the pigs are bacon and ham and sausage and what gets cleaned out of their pen is fertilizer. If we can't buy things but they provide them, I guess they are the smell of money. Just as long as I don't hafta be close to it."
"Only when you feed them and only if you want bacon for breakfast."
"I guess I better help feed them."
"All the older kids who want bacon or sausage or ham will also be helping."
"Yucky, but better than no bacon."
"Yeah, Lisa. Very yucky."
"What smells so good, Grandma?"
"I'm frying ham for lunch, Charlie."
"We gotta take good care of the pigs!"
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"Lisa, Alicia, Crissy, Michelle and Sherry. Have you been to the shooting range today?"
"Me and Alicia and Crissy and Sherry have. Michelle is in the next group."
"You and Alicia get your bags and coats. You get time with me now."
"Yes, Daddy."
"It's not cold out here, Daddy."
"I built the fire up when I came out here to shower off the mud I got in while catching the pigs."
No excitement this trip, just two smiling kids who've had almost one-on-one lap time. And not much that they complained about. Maybe the older girls are more patient with others than the younger ones?
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"Poppa! Look at my targets!"
"You only fired one shot, Sherry?"
"No, silly! I did like you told me before and they're all together in a little group."
"A very good less-than-an-inch group, Sherry."
"No question that she's your grandchild and that you taught her well, Jack. If you weren't needed for other things, Bill and I would have you teaching these kids."
"Thanks, Joe, but the first-time groups I've seen from most of these kids tell me that you're doing all they need."
"But perhaps not all they're capable of?"
"I'd rather not be training single-digit-aged kids as snipers, Bill. I spent that kind of time with Sherry but it was all about paper targets with bullseyes on them, not head and shoulders silhouette targets. Self-defense is enough of an emotional load on these kids."
"That's an argument I can't refute. Hopefully, we won't be doing that level of training."
Bee-doop!
What news does Tim have for us? Better use the headphones until I know.
Press 'Message'.
{Several things, Jack. Locally, the 'quiet room' has been destroyed.
Now for the rest of the world. One of the nukes from Russia took out the Three Gorges Dam, so much of China will be in the dark for a long time. Building that dam took years and they'll need power and fuel to produce and deliver that much concrete again, plus building the replacement generators. Both Russia and China have solar powered and vehicle mounted military radio gear. What traffic we're picking up sounds like they're headed for a ground war and they won't stop until they run out of sticks and stones. Without the power from that dam, China won't be making chips or much of anything else in the near future, even with new SCADA chips for their other power plants. That's one of the downsides to huge power plants - any failure affects many people and industries.
We've upped the security around the chip plant in the US and started bringing a chip plant in the far East back online with a nuclear carrier as the power source. I think your suggestion to add RFID to each chip woke up some of the people who weren't fully on-board about security. A week ago, one of them was talking about 'that paranoid SEAL' but now he's the biggest supporter of the off-shore plant.
Columbo was able to find an ob-gyn and a pediatrician to advise him. They're both military so available by our network for consult as needed. The ob-gyn suggested salvage runs to a relatively close medical school and a couple of near-by hospitals. These things can be done and we'll have equipment, supplies and reference materials for almost anything your group, my troops and any others we encounter may need done. The pediatrician suggested a run to one of the educational publishing warehouses for educational materials for all ages. That trailer will be dropped off at your location in a day or two, along with a 'portable classroom'. I think you have enough kids there to start your own school and you certainly have some qualified people to teach them.
The fallout appears to be moving on the same path as before, but we'll be watching it very closely.
Odds are currently about 50-50 for you to have a white Christmas but with temperatures near or below zero overnight and windchills near or below zero most of the day. If the kids are outside in the snow, bundle them in many layers and do frequent checks of peripheral parts: fingers, toes, noses, ears. Mild frostbite is painful. Severe frostbite costs body parts.
Now the bad news. The people you stopped during the night were the scouts for a large group that's coming from the third ring of states. Our tests show about half of them are infected. Most of them are malnourished so that may be why GG-183 seems to be hitting them harder and faster. You can't fight off several hundred people so we've put 'Quarantine - GG-183' signs on all the roads and trails leading to your location. It won't stop all of them, but any that aren't infected probably won't head your way. The ones that are infected will only survive a few more days so they're likely to die before they get within ten miles of you. We've added some solar-powered motion detectors and cameras along the easiest routes and Dawkins will tell you how to access them. You can probably add those motion alerts to your current system.
Dawkins told me how Lexi is getting along with the other kids and how alive she seems. Thank you, Jack.}
Well, it's mostly good news. Better play it again and make some notes so I don't forget anything when I tell everyone. Meanwhile write down the highlights I remember and add to them when I listen again.
Wonder if the classroom is all electric or propane heat or if we need to find another wood burning stove? Will we need to move some of the solar power to it for lighting or just tap the house power? If we run the extension cords and droplights we used to unload the trailers, we can have light without any rewiring. I'll know when it gets here and there's nothing I can do now but make a list of things to check.
The fallout may not directly affect us. If it is coming close, we'll know in time to bury the trailers and set up the automatic watering - and maybe the feeding. No change there.
Having another chip plant running could easily double the output - possibly more if the Asian plant is highly automated. That gets things back up sooner but who will set the priorities for chip distribution? That is something to worry about. Need to pose that question to Tim.
We'll have access to the medical care Lexi - and possibly others - will need. And Columbo gets a crash course in being a 21st century medical professional in mostly 19th century circumstances.
We'll have a wider area to monitor for activity. Guess I need to modify the motion detection software to change the alert level for motion that far out and maybe add a 'crowd size' check as well. Three people probably are not a serious threat. Three hundred are definitely a threat. Probably need to have several 'crowd size' alerts: three, ten, twenty, more than twenty. On the other hand, we can field five adults and ten kids who can shoot. Even if the kids are shooting smaller caliber weapons, they can at least slow anyone trying to get to us. Just having that many guns will be a deterrent when they all start shooting.
The kids would be happy with a white Christmas - if they can be outside and not in the shelter.
I should listen again.
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"You spent a long time listening and making notes, Jack."
"I did, Sarah. Tim provided updates on several things. Mostly good but the bad might be very bad."
"You ready to tell the kids?"
"I need to re-write these notes in a better order and use some smaller words. I'll need to do some software changes because we'll be monitoring a larger area and we'll need more levels of alerts. I think that may be a 'nap in my lap' opportunity. Celia still feels bad about almost stopping the 'everyone this week' process and I know the level of improvement that having her in my lap provides. She'll get some extra snuggle time and I'll get more done and get it done sooner."
"The kids who've been with us the longest understand that. I assume that you'll tell them after supper and then head to your computer cave?"
"Yes. If you'll run interference for me tonight and tell the newer kids that I'll be testing them for providing that same type of help when I work."
"I should get Joe to read?"
"At least have him on standby. I don't know how long the changes will take. I'll try to do goodnight kisses and hugs."
"I'll tell Celia and send her up here now. You look tired and you haven't started the software changes."
"Do that."
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"Daddy?"
"Yes, Celia?"
"You really need me in your lap?"
"Yes. I have a lot of things that need to be done quickly and I get more done with certain kids in my lap, even if they're asleep."
"I brought some books and my bear."
"That's good, sweetie. You get comfortable."
"I'm snuggled."
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Having her did help. I'm through the notes and I think it's in words even the little ones will understand - and it's not yet time for supper. Now I can outline the software changes and I'll get into the detailed work after we eat.
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"Daddy?"
"Yes, Sammy?"
"Aunt Hazel said to come eat."
"Thank you, son."
"You remembered!"
"You don't look happy, Daddy. You have bad news?"
"A mix of good, not-so-good and bad, Maddie."
"Supper will be interesting."
"No, supper will be a time to enjoy the food and your family. I'll share what I know after we eat."
"Always better to have the yummy stuff first!"
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"As all the pie has disappeared, except for what's on a couple of faces…"
"Grandma Hazel said we'd need some wet cloths and me and Charlie have them."
"Thank you, Crissy and Charlie."
"Now that the last traces of blueberry are gone, I'll tell you what the Colonel told me earlier today. First, the weather. There's a 50-50 chance of snow on Christmas Day…"
"YES!"
"However, it will be cold and windy. Near zero for an overnight low and the wind chill will be near or below zero much of the day. If you are playing in the snow, you'll be bundled up with sweater plus coat, gloves, boots, earmuffs and so forth. You'll also be coming back in often to warm up. This is not negotiable. Frostbite is painful and severe frostbite can destroy body parts like fingers, toes, ears and noses. So you may play in the snow but you'll be out for a short time, come in and warm up to the satisfaction of whichever adult is checking the temperature of your fingers, toes and other parts, then you will be allowed back out when your body is warm enough and your gloves are dry."
"I remember Billy not listening to you the Christmas he got the sled and he had to see the doctor 'cause his toes got frostbite. And they turned a really ugly color."
"Thank you, Sherry. The cold really can damage your body so we'll be watching all of you carefully. You may think we're being mean and not letting you play in the snow as much as you want. We want you to have all your fingers and toes so you can play in it the next day."
"It just seems like we never get much snow and it never lasts long enough."
"As cold as this winter will be, the snow will last a long time. You might even get tired of it."
"That'll never happen!"
"We'll see how you feel about that the tenth time you have to shovel a path to the barn to do the milking, Alicia. There's more news. This is positive for the adults and for some of the kids. You'll get a new school in the next week or so…"
"A school? Just for us?"
"Yes, Hannah. We have enough kids for a one room school. This will be one of the 'portable classroom' trailers. I won't know how it's heated until it gets here. If it's all-electric, we may need to find a small wood-burning stove. We can probably tap into the house power for lighting, as we did for unloading trailers."
"What about school supplies?"
"Sarah, there's a trailer of materials coming from an educational book distributor's warehouse. Hopefully that will include materials for all grades and some teacher guides, as well as paper, pencils, maps, art and craft supplies and other things. We'll see what the inventory list has when it gets here."
"Real school! That's gonna be fun 'cause we have such great teachers!"
"School's not fun, Lexi. It's boring. You gotta read dumb books and write book reports and do arithmetic that nobody ever uses…"
"Michelle."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"What if the books you 'had to read' were by the same author as the puppy books? Would they be dumb?"
"No. They're good. They're about people like us. Some live in the city and some on a farm and we've done both."
"Did you help Jenny work out how long we could feed the horses with the feed that we moved from her place?"
"Un huh."
"Wasn't that arithmetic?"
"But that was fun 'cause we both love horses!"
"So maybe you need to know some arithmetic in the real world and not just in school?"
"But that's different!"
"Michelle, it's still add, subtract, multiply and divide."
"You're right, Daddy. Maybe school could be interesting with the right teachers and if you're smart enough."
"Did Grandpa Joe or Grandpa Bill talk about bullets eventually dropping to the ground after you fire a gun?"
"Un huh. And they slow down when they hit the air and the longer they go, the slower they get."
"Did he also tell you that this is something that most kids don't learn until they take a high school physics class?"
"Un uh. I understand something they teach in high school?"
"Yes. I think maybe you're smart enough for school to be interesting. And that applies to all the other kids who understood that lesson."
'Congratulations, Mr. Wilson. You just turned up the wattage on all their smiles.'
'Thank you, Mrs. Wilson. You might also find your class easier to deal with when you start teaching.'
'Very true.'
"Jack, you said good, not-so-good and bad. What else do you have for us?"
"Bill, I'll save one 'good' for later and go with the other things. Among the things destroyed when Russia and China sent missles at each other was the Three Gorges Dam. It was the biggest hydro-electric plant in China and it will be years before they can rebuild it. That means that many factories in China won't be running for a very long time. Even after we get power back in most of the US, there won't be sneakers or cell phones or TV's or many other things that were being made in China and shipped here. That's bad, because we don't have a huge supply of things in warehouses. They had a process they called 'just in time', where things were made there and shipped here and they got to the warehouses just in time to replace the stock that was going out to the local stores. No factories are running there. No ships are bringing things here. When what's available is used up, we learn to make our own or we do without."
"Stuff like dolls and bicycles, too?"
"Yes, Cyndy. All kinds of 'stuff'."
"That's dumb. You shouldn't hafta cross an ocean to get a doll."
"Very good, smart girl. Some people figured out that some things can be made cheaper in certain places and if they make a lot of those things, it's cheaper to make them there and ship them here than to make them here. I think we may see people wanting things made locally."
"If it makes sense to Cyndy, why were the grownups so dumb?"
"Sammy, all they could see was the money they could make."
"But money doesn't matter now. There's no stores open."
"Very good, son. One of the not-so-good things is the fallout from the nukes Russia and China used on each other. It seems to be moving south again but it's being watched continuously. If it follows the same path as the previous fallout. we won't have any direct effects from it. We may still have the people who go crazy when they hear 'fallout'. Without power, there's no national news to tell people what areas to avoid and how to stay safe so most people will hear from a friend of a friend of a friend. Those of you who remember playing the game where someone whispers something once and the person hearing it whispers to the next person and so forth, you know how twisted the original message can get."
"Un huh! I started it with 'Grandpa Joe is a good teacher' and it ended up as 'Grandpa is gonna have twins'!"
"Thank you, Amelia. Those of you who were part of that game understand that people who hear things that come through many people will not have good information. People who don't have good information sometimes do stupid things because they don't know that the information is bad or they're too scared to think things through. Those people could be a threat to us. So could the people running away from GG-183. We have five adults and ten kids who can handle a firearm of some type. That's a lot of shooters and we have a relatively safe place to be so we can protect ourselves from a larger group. Remember that we did that the other night."
"That was scary!"
"Un huh!"
"But you're all safe and no one was hurt."
"You were, Daddy."
"As they say in the cowboy movies, Lexi, 'It's just a flesh wound'."
"I never saw a movie where anyone said that."
"Me too."
"Or me."
"Enough! I think we might do one of our rare movies this week. I'll have to look for the one I'm thinking of."
"Goody!"
"More bad news. The people we stopped the other night were scouts for a large group that's running from GG-183 in the third ring of states. The Colonel said that about half of the ones here were infected. That's not a problem for this family as all of you either have the unique DNA that protects you or you were infected by the first virus and survived. There are now 'Quarantine' signs up ten miles out from us and the healthy people will avoid the area. The ones who are infected probably won't survive long enough to get here. People who don't have food stored as we do are going hungry and hungry people can't fight off the virus very well. There are some new cameras and motion sensors out a long way from us. I’ll be adding those sensors to our surveillance system today. The kids who've been with us for a while know that certain kids calm me and make me more productive when I work. I'll test our newer kids for that soon but today Celia is my 'assistant' and will be in my lap reading her books or napping. Unless you want to be awakened again at 2AM by people coming over the fence, this must be done today. I'm using someone that I know can help my concentration. There will be no comments about 'Not fair'."
"I understand, Daddy."
"Me, too."
"Now to the other good news. First, they're trying to restart a chip factory in Asia. That means there could soon be two sources of the SCADA chips needed to restore power. Second and possibly more important to people here, Columbo has found an ob-gyn and a pediatrician who can assist him. They're both military so they're always available via his radio network. Educational materials from a medical school are being sent to Columbo, plus equipment and supplies from a couple of closed hospitals. We'll have the medical care that Lexi needs now and that others may need in the future."
"You are the best Daddy in the world and now you'll get to be a Grandpa to Jackie!"
"Lexi, who's Jackie?"
"Charlie, she's my baby, Sarah Jacqueline. Named for Momma and Daddy because they saved our lives. I'll call her Jackie so there won't be any confusion about who we're talking about."
"There goes the best name for one of Daddy's babies if he gets fixed."
"Charlie, you could name a boy or a girl 'Jackson'."
"Lisa, there's a book of baby names in the stuff they brought back from Pops' house."
"Show me which one, Jenny?"
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"Jack, I should assume you told them of the lost fertility and the idea to have the one per cent girls conceive early and often?"
"Yes, Hazel. They learn what we know as soon as I can phrase it to not terrify the little ones. They're happier and feel safer if they know what's happening, whether good or bad."
"And all of them want to have your children."
"Yes, although I've been telling them thirteen or fourteen to get pregnant because of body size."
"Probably thirteen for most of them, Jack. I can be more specific as they develop. Sarah, we need to make some plans."
"Yes, Aunt Hazel."
"And I need my assistant back in my lap. Celia, go pee."
"Yes, Daddy. I love being in your lap even if I'm asleep."
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"You at a stopping place, Jack?"
"Yes, Sarah. I'll load this version of the software on one tablet tonight and see how it responds compared to the others. If all the local sensors still provide alerts, I'll put this on the other tablets tomorrow. Celia has been very still, just asking once to go get her crayons and coloring book. Not a problem as this has been much longer than the typical time the kids have spent with me before."
"I did good, Daddy?"
"You did very 'good', sweetie."
"I got to help you and snuggle."
"Thank you for helping, Celia. I'm glad you enjoyed being with me."
"Always, Daddy."
"Little girl kiss on your nose."
"That's even better!"
"Jammies, brush and floss and I'll be there for the story in a couple of minutes."
"I'll tell the others."
'Jack, if her grin was any wider the edges of her mouth would be behind her ears.'
'Maybe not that far, Sarah, but close. She was a big "help" even if we don't yet know how it works. I'm quite happy to accept that it works without worrying about how.'
'And the kids who can "help" all love that they must be in your lap to be a "helper".'
'The love they need when they need it.'
'Even if that "love" is helping an adult do something they know nothing about.'
'It works. I don't think there's anything else to say.'
'There is. Go read.'
'On my way.'
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"Daddy, does having some of us in your lap really help you work?"
"Yes, Jenny. I discovered that by accident months ago when Amelia just wanted to be with me when I was working. I said that she could be with me if she was quiet and still, so she snuggled in and took a nap. I found that her presence calmed me and made me more productive. The same is true for some other kids I tested. I'll work out a time for each of the newer kids to spend an hour with me when I'm doing computer work and we'll see who else it works for."
"I wanna try it."
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"You always have answers to our questions, Daddy. Do you know everything?"
"Not everything and not even everything about everyone here, Jenny. We've not stopped trying to keep everyone safe long enough for each of you to tell me about your lives before the blue buses and other things. I'd like to know all about you. Were you a Girl Scout or Brownie? What subject did you like best in school? Did you read books or play piano or sing in a choir or play soccer or a lot of other things I don't know about you."
"Just ordinary stuff?"
"Yes, Crissy. 'Ordinary stuff' is what makes up most of our lives. Sometimes, it's the 'ordinary' things that make us happy - maybe a shirt in your favorite color or a grilled cheese sandwich or a sunset at the beach."
"I have a bunch of favorite things."
"Then you should write them down and add to your list when you think of other things."
"That'll work. Then I can tell you all about me."
"You can. And I'd like to know about everyone else."
"Me too, Poppa?"
"Yes, Sherry. I haven't seen you in a couple of years so some of your favorite things might have changed."
"Me, Daddy?"
"Yes, Amelia. You're the adopted kid I've known the longest but I don't know everything about you. You think maybe that would apply to all of you?"
"Yes, best Daddy ever."
"Get in your places. Another new book."
"Goody!"
"No, Shannon. It's 'Baddie Biggins and the Crazy Cat'."
"You're silly, Daddy!"
"No, that's the title."
"Really, Alicia?"
"Yes, really."
"'On the side of a gravel road…'"
"None of the other books started that way!"
"They didn't, Paige. Not all the other books ended the same way. You think there might be more books that start in different ways?"
"If you picked them out."
"Good one, Paige!"
"'On the side of a gravel road…'"
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"It ended different, too."
"Was it a good ending, Paige?"
"Yes, but none of the others ended that way. You're gonna do more 'starts different' and 'ends different' books, aren't you?"
"Would I do that?"
"Un huh. You do things like that to make us think."
"Think about that while you get to bed. Go pee. Littlest bladders last."
"We know. Paige, not Rachel. Body size doesn't tell a lot about how much you can hold or for how long."
"Is that also true for my older kids?"
"Un huh. Lexi has to go more than the rest of us."
"That's a side effect of pregnancy and it gets worse as the baby gets bigger. Can you guess why?"
"There's not much room in your body so the growing baby kinda presses on everything and that means you hafta pee more often?"
"Very good, Michelle. That's exactly what happens and it happens to pregnant adults. You think it might be worse for Lexi?"
"Her baby's gonna get as big as a grownup's baby would be?"
"Possibly close."
"Then she'll hafta pee every five minutes!"
"Maybe not that often, Sherry. She will be going at least twice as often as the rest of you."
"We're gonna need more toilet paper."
"We have some that we brought back from our salvage run to Jenny's house. If we run out, we'll be using cloth wipes that get boiled clean in a big pot over an outdoor fire."
"Yuck!"
"Better than using leaves or your fingers, Debbie?"
"Lots better! I just don't wanna be washing them."
"That would be a chore for the older kids but with adult supervision. Don't get too turned off by 'yucky' things. Jackie will be in cloth diapers and some of you will be changing her and washing diapers. The next time we kill a chicken you'll all get a turn plucking the feathers."
"That stinks!"
"You've done that, Jenny?"
"Un huh. This year Pops let me help him catch the hen for a Sunday dinner. I got to use the ax to cut off her head but I had to help pluck."
"Then you can help show the others how plucking feathers and burning off pinfeathers is done."
"I don't hafta do it all?"
"Not if you show me that you've learned how. I want all my kids to know where their food comes from and how meat gets from standing on its feet to feet up on the table."
"You're gonna do a hog, too?"
"Not now, Jenny. Maybe in late spring if we need the food but probably not until late fall next year. You helped with the hog also?"
"I cranked the sausage grinder."
"All of you to bed except Sherry. I think she still needs a one-on-one session and if she goes to sleep she can stay the night in the cabin. I'll do hugs and kisses for the rest of you."
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"Get clothes for tomorrow, your coat and shoes, Sherry."
"Yes, Poppa."
"Nobody's been out here most if the day. It'll be cold inside?"
"Yes. I'll light the stove and we'll get on the sofa and wrap in one of the electric blankets. The other one is on the bed and I'll turn it on to warm the bed."
"We're talking about me?"
"Yes. When you were talking about shooting I saw some things that tell me you have more to tell me."
"But I don't wanna remember it or talk about it!"
"Didn't you feel better when you told me other things?"
"But this is too hard!"
"Even when you're in my lap and I can keep you safe?"
"It's my favorite place but I don't wanna tell even you."
"What's so bad that you can't tell me?"
"It's not you, it's me! I killed Blaze!"
"Tell me about your horse, Sherry."
"Well, …"
This will not end well. She's into hiccups. Get her to the bucket and keep her hair out of the way - it's still cool to be showering in here. Let's see if I learned my anti-puke lessons well. We don't want that chemical coming into her bloodstream so see if I can stop its production. She's still in "my tummy doesn't feel good" mode so let's block that with its counterpart. She's breathing better.
"My tummy isn't as bad, Poppa. I don't think I'll puke. Hold me?"
"Let's get in the bed and you get on my shoulder."
She's asleep. Me up to add wood to the stove and close the damper a little. Most of the warmth in the morning will be from the electric blanket and having two bodies under it. Get her back on my shoulder. Nice smile. Set my watch alarm. Probably should plan on checking the house furnace first thing in the morning.
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:21:18 GMT -6
Friday, 17 December, 5:40AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Time to wake this girl and reload the stove while she gets dressed. Then back inside and load the furnace then upstairs for my morning 'chore'.
"Hi, Sherry."
"Hi, Poppa! Nice wake up."
"Get dressed and your shoes on and your coat and bag. I should check and reload the furnace before I start waking up kids."
"Show me how?"
"Yes, curious girl."
"Before we go back to the house, take a couple of minutes and make out your Christmas wish list."
"The only thing on my list was to be with family and I'm with you!"
"Think about smaller things. Our youngest girls wanted hair bows and the like."
"There's a box of barrettes in the camper! I have too much hair to use most of them now, but they'd work for some of the others. There's also shiny ribbons in a lot of colors and some necklaces and rings and other stuff."
"Then we'll go check on that before Christmas. I think there's a ball on one of the work trucks that will fit the hitch on the camper. We'll bring it here in case we need space for more people. I don't expect anyone else but I didn't expect to have most of the kids Sarah and I have adopted. If the weather is really cold, Dawkins and Childers might want it because it's not as drafty as the tack room and will seem much warmer. Think about your wish list and write it out later. I've been having all the kids who come out with me either write or dictate a list."
"You're gonna make stuff like in Little House!"
"Where possible. Did I just find someone who wants to help 'make'?"
"Un huh!"
"To the house. We just have time to feed the furnace and then I can wake my other kids."
"You said 'my kids' again."
"I probably say that a lot."
"It's a nice sound."
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Sherry can reach about as far into the firebox as Amelia. Enough to reload about halfway. I'll bring some other kids down later to check and add wood as needed. Up to do my morning chore. Best I start with my wife.
"Good morning, Mrs. Wilson."
"Good morning, Mr. Wilson. Nice wake up and I can tell the furnace is warming things up."
"Sherry wanted to learn so I had her load what she can reach. As with the other kids, we'll need to check and add more wood in a few hours."
"But they do know how, even if they must load more frequently. They can stay warm."
"Which is why I've had so many learn. I don't plan to leave them alone for an extended period but between the cooking they've learned from Hazel, the caring for the animals they've learned from various adults - and Jenny - and what they know of managing the furnace and the pot bellied stove in the cabin, I think they could manage on their own for several weeks. There is plenty of split wood and kindling and they've learned to use fresh, canned, dehydrated and freeze-dried foods to prepare meals from a recipe as well as a few things without a recipe. I've known adults who weren't that well prepared to care for themselves."
"I hear Hazel in the kitchen. Go wake your other kids and send them to help."
"I think they'd be disappointed if they didn't get to help."
All of them up, to the bathroom, hands washed and on their way to the kitchen in a matter of minutes. They like the wake up and the promise of getting to cook.
Bleep! Beep!Beep!
That's the alert for the more distant sensors. The map shows we have motion about five miles out. What does the camera there see? Nothing the way it's pointed. Slow pan to the right. Is that Sherry's dog, Tillie? Zoom in. The markings are right. The collar is green. How far has she come? Probably more than a hundred miles. Need to go get her. Sherry needs to be with me because Tillie looks to have been treated badly somewhere along the way. Sherry can also point out where the camper is and we'll also get it while we're out. Need someone riding shotgun.
"Sherry!"
"Yes, Poppa?"
"Is this Tillie?"
"She followed us?"
"That's how it appears. She's about five miles away. Can you show me where the camper is on this map?"
"Just come on down the road Tillie is on a couple of miles and there's a little trail that goes into the woods. Daddy said he bought the land there from a friend at work to have a place to bug out to but he never got all the stuff done there that he wanted. He had some of the stuff to build a cabin but didn't have it all and couldn't get it when people started getting sick. There is food and guns and stuff buried around where he planned to build the cabin. There's some maps in the camper."
"Bill, need your help."
"What's up, Jack? Something from that alert?"
"That's the alert for the more distant motion sensors and cameras. Sherry's dog is about five miles out…"
"It triggered on a dog?"
"I did a quick set of sensitivity last night and it may be too sensitive. However, we need to go get Tillie. I think all the kids would like having a pet around and she was a good watchdog - I don't know how she'll be now considering the injuries I saw on her. While we're out we can bring back the camper Sherry was staying in - Dawkins and Childers might want a warmer place than the tack room for sleeping when the temperature gets near zero. There are also some caches of food and ammunition there. If we take the 4WD work truck we can get in and out of almost anywhere. The box trailer has room for a lot of supplies, plus a ball on the back so I can do a tandem tow to get the camper back here. I need you to ride shotgun. Sherry will be with us as she's the one most likely to get Tillie into a vehicle."
"I think you have everything in order. I'll get my shotgun and tell Hazel where we're going."
"I'll tell Sarah and she can get the older kids armed before we go."
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"Good idea, Jack. Considering that Sherry lost her horse recently, getting her dog will be a good thing. If Tillie is at all aware of strangers, she's another level of protection. Go, but take the FRS radios and check in frequently."
"I will, Sarah. I'll guess that Tim will be notified when the portable classroom and the trailer of school supplies are scheduled to be here and he'll notify us. If Joe moves the 53 foot trailer over near the chicken coop, the trailer of school supplies can go in the barn while we unload and sort what's in it. There might be enough space to put another trailer load in the loft. I hope it's in plastic or metal containers to keep the insects out. We have insect spray but not anything I'd use on things the kids will be handling."
"Where do we put our new one room school?"
"Look at my sketch. We can reach it with extension cords for lighting, using the house power. If they're in class, they won't be using lights inside so perhaps close to an even trade."
"What about heat?"
"A lot of those were all-electric for heating and cooling. If that's the case, we'll need to find other heat. Did the unvented LP convection heaters get moved here?"
"There's some stuff in the horse barn that was never unpacked. Maybe start there?"
"When we get back. Probably need a first aid kit for Tillie. I could see that she'd been injured in some manner but need to be closer to see how badly she may have been hurt."
"Aunt Hazel is good with all kinds of animals. I'll tell her and she can take her vet kit."
"Then you and Joe also get FRS radios and I'll take ten minutes to update the surveillance software on all the other tablets."
"You'll have the CB on in the truck?"
"Yes. PreSel 21 if you need to call me."
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"Tillie! Come, Tillie!"
"I see movement at the tree line, Sherry. Walk about ten steps that way and call her again."
"Tillie! Here, girl! Poppa, it's her!"
"Sherry, remember that she's been hurt. Greet her with your fist as you would a strange dog."
"Yes, Aunt Hazel… She's licking my face!"
"Then she knows you. Jack, does she know you?"
"Yes, but she hasn't seen me in a couple of years."
"Approach slowly and do the 'strange dog' greeting."
"She knows you, Poppa! She's trying to lick your face."
"Will she let you pick her up, Jack?"
"I think so, Hazel. Tillie, I'll put you on the blanket on the tailgate so Hazel can check you."
"I guess it's serendipity again that Sherry was wrapped up in that blanket on the way here because she was cold. Tillie's happy to be where Sherry's been. If you'll hold her head, Jack? I'm not as fast as I once was and some of what I touch may cause her pain."
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"I think she may have been beaten with a stick of some kind and these two places are from pellet guns. She's scared and she hurts but I can take care of the cracked ribs and the bleeding paws from a long trip on pavement and gravel. Sherry, you'll need to do things that help her feel safe."
"She needs to meet everyone at the house but just one at a time and maybe outside where she can get away if she's scared?"
"Very good, Sherry. That's exactly what you should do. This blanket is a little ratty so let her have it for a bed near you. Is she housebroken?"
"Yes, Aunt Hazel. Poppa helped me train her."
"Hazel, Bill, Sherry. Let's get back in the truck and we'll go get the camper and any of the supplies we can find. Tillie may want to be in your lap, Sherry, but she'll ride better if the blanket is on the floor and she's on it. I'll pick her up. You move the blanket. I'll put her down and you tell her to lie down and stay."
"Down, Tillie. Good dog. Tillie, stay. She has a paw on my foot but she's still."
"Maybe like you holding my hand when you're scared?"
"You even read Tillie good."
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A dozen caches had food for four for about three months. If she'd been safe otherwise, Sherry could have survived out here for a year. A couple of pistols in the caches and a good bit of ammo. Sherry said the guys from the pickups took the rifles out of the camper but the shotgun was under the sofa cushion so they didn't find it. The camper's hitch fits a 2 inch ball so that's covered. There are places to hook the trailer's safety chains. Ensure the tongue jack is down on something solid. There's a piece of 2 by 6 about a foot long that has an imprint of the jack's base. That's down. Retract the leveling jacks. Raise the hitch to clear the ball on the box trailer. Back up to the camper with Bill guiding me. Hitch down. Snugged up. Safety chains in place. Everyone back in the truck. Now to the house, although slowly with this load.
"Daddy, Momma said you got Sherry's dog but she'd been hurt. Could Aunt Hazel fix her?"
"Yes, Amelia. Tillie will be OK. She just needs to meet the family with as little excitement as possible."
"Momma said one of us at a time, by age, so I'm first. Where you gonna put her to meet us?"
"I think on a bench of the picnic table. It's high enough that everyone can reach Tillie without bending a lot so your hand will be the closer to her than your face. It also gives Sherry a place to sit and talk to Tillie and maybe scratch Tillie's ears. Sherry, can you get Tillie off the blanket?"
"Tillie, free. Up, Tillie. She's on the seat Poppa."
"You get the blanket and put it on the bench. I'll get Tillie and move her. Tillie, I'll carry you to the blanket."
"Daddy, it's like she knows what you're saying!"
"She recognizes my voice and my tone, so she's comfortable with me. I also smell 'right' because she's spent time with me before. Sherry, when I put Tillie down, you tell her to lie down and stay."
"Yes, Poppa. Down, Tillie. Good dog. Tillie, stay."
"Amelia, come sit by us."
"OK."
"Let her smell your fist."
"OK."
"Friend, Tillie. This is Amelia."
"I think she likes me!"
"She does. She doesn't lick many faces but maybe she smells Poppa on you."
"Bye, Tillie. Alicia is next."
"Amelia?"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Have the little ones go pee. Getting their faces licked could be enough tickle to make some of them leak."
"You read us so good, Daddy."
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About two minutes each to get everyone through - including Dawkins. Sherry can go out to the tack room for Childers to meet Tillie when he's awake. We'll include Tim and his driver, plus Columbo and Tompkins. Lots of smiling, giggling kids. They have been told to let Sherry or me give Tillie commands unless we tell them otherwise and that they're not to feed her either in her bowl or from the table. Sherry and I will handle feeding most of the time with Amelia and Sarah as our alternates. This many kids would make Tillie a little butterball if there weren't strict rules about her food.
"Poppa, Tillie seemed very interested in Lexi. Why?"
"Sherry, do you think a pregnant girl might not smell the same as the other girls?"
"Tillie knows she's pregnant?"
"Tillie knows she's different. Has Tillie had puppies?"
"Last year."
"I guess there could be something in the scent that reminds her of that so perhaps she does know that Lexi's pregnant."
"You don't know?"
"Sweetie, I know a lot of things but my nose is no match for a dog's nose so I don't know what she smells on Lexi that's different from the rest of you."
"I read somewhere that a dog's nose is more than a thousand times more sensitive than our noses. I guess she can smell things that we can't."
"You won’t know for sure until you can do this with Tillie."
(I love you, Sherry.)
"That would be the only way, wouldn't it? You think about things different than other people. Nobody else woulda thought that doing mind stuff with Tillie might be like doing mind stuff with me."
"I have been told that I think 'out of the box'."
"'Out of the box'?"
"Thinking in ways that other people don't think. Seeing things that other people don't see until it's pointed out to them. Putting things together in different ways to make them work."
"Miss Sarah said that you told the Colonel how to get the first chip plant running when power was off almost everywhere. I guess you do put things together so they'll work."
"Ask Sarah where Tillie can sleep. I know that Tillie will want to be near you but she needs to be in a place that no one will step on her or trip over her."
"Is there room under the bottom bunk?"
"Perhaps. You put the blanket there and see if Tillie can get on it. If not, maybe beside the bunk if you can remember not to step on her when you get out of bed."
"If she's at the pillow end, I won't step on her. She's not that big."
"You go see what will work and then ask Sarah if it's OK with her."
"Yes, Poppa."
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"Jack, if you can extricate yourself from the boxes and packing, lunch is ready."
"Thanks, Sarah. I found the LP convection heaters. We can heat the classroom with propane while it lasts. I'll also look for the CO detectors we were using before. There's a small wood burning stove at the back of this area that looks to be OK and there's about 20 feet of pipe for it plus a rain cap. We could also use wood for heat."
"Right now, I'd prefer the convenience of propane. We'll have to balance that against Uncle Bill and Aunt Hazel having enough propane. The kids can manage a wood stove better than Bill or Hazel - some of them did ask to learn how."
"True. We'll need to resolve that in a few years. If things go well, we could be heating and cooling the classroom with electricity before then. If things don't go well, we could be scrounging propane from empty houses, looking for a distributor so we can refill the truck or installing the wood stove."
"You always seem to answer with at least two options. If nothing else, having you in my life has made me think more about things. Could you stack firewood next to the classroom and use it as more insulation?"
"The wood should be tarped to keep it dry. I'm not sure what the insulation value would be. Having bales of hay around the classroom would be good insulation but they should also be tarped to keep them dry. The classroom does need the ground screening - the usually decorative low trim that blocks air flow under it. Having wood or hay stacked around the classroom would provide a windbreak and reduce the heat loss from the wind."
"So you'll answer my questions when you have the thing parked outside?"
"That will be the point at which I can provide the most accurate answers."
"Thank you, Mr. Spock."
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Friday, 17 December, 12:30PM
"Thank you, Aunt Hazel. Hot soup is good when you've been outside on a cold day."
"Sherry, you could have said something about being cold! You stayed out there the entire time people were being introduced to Tillie. How did she get that name?"
"Poppa?"
"I'll answer that for you, Sherry. Tillie was an ugly puppy with a snout that didn't match the rest of her face until she was almost a year old. When Sherry brought Tillie home from the shelter, I commented that she looked like my Aunt Tillie…"
"And he had the picture to prove it!"
"Yes, I did. Sherry's new puppy was Tillie from that day on."
"Did Aunt Tillie ever meet this Tillie?"
"No, Hannah. Aunt Tillie lived far enough away to never have the opportunity of meeting this Tillie."
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"Poppa. here's my list."
"Thank you, Sherry."
"Mine too, Daddy."
"Thank you, Jenny. Anyone who hasn't given me or Sarah their Christmas wish list needs to do so today. You haven't been to talk to Santa so you need to tell us what you want and we can tell him by radio."
'You're so nice, Daddy.'
'Why is that, Maddie?'
'With all the stuff going on, you're still doing Santa for the little ones.'
'I might need some "elves" to help with that.'
'We know.'
'We?'
'All the older girls. We asked Momma what the little ones wanted and if we could help make stuff.'
'Thank you. My kids are also rather nice. Ask Sherry about barrettes, ribbons, necklaces and other stuff. She said she had a box of those things in the camper.'
'I'll get with her and Momma. Some of the "big kids" also want jewelry and now we can make that happen.'
(I love you, Maddie.)
'I know, but I love to hear it!'
'You're getting too loud.'
'I'll get with Sherry.'
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"Any alerts while I was gone, Sarah?"
"A deer, but I think a ten point buck is big enough to be worth noticing."
"Then I won't consider that a false alarm. More of a food-on-the-hoof alert."
"I noticed that Tillie was very interested in Lexi."
"Sherry asked about that and I replied that a pregnant girl might smell different but my nose wasn't good enough to tell the difference. Tillie had puppies last year so she may recognize something in that scent."
"I like your analysis, Mr. Wilson."
"Thank you, Mrs. Wilson. I have two more girls to take care of and all of them will have gotten their 'schedule time'. Sherry told me that Crissy needed time to talk. I'll go feed the stove out there and then get the girls. I saw that Hazel had put a 'Tillie schedule' on the fridge so each of the kids could get time with 'their' dog but Tillie could also get some rest."
"The new will eventually wear off but a few of them will be spending time with Tillie each day. That's usually how it works with one dog and many kids. They all know Tillie and she knows them. They all occasionally need some time 'talking to a friend who won't tell'. Probably more of that as they get older - 'tweens and teens are sometimes prickly cacti about their privacy and they only trust their secrets to the dog."
"Unless someone is able to do this with Tillie."
(I love you, Sarah.)
"That would open up some big cans of worms. You think it's possible?"
"Me being able to talk to you that way still doesn't seem possible. I have no idea about communicating with animals. Perhaps there's another children's book I should dig out and read."
"'Dr. Dolittle'?"
"Correct."
"Better see how long it is. That could be another one-chapter-a-night book."
"True. But I think they'd all enjoy it."
"Go take care of the rest of your 'chore'."
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The stove is loaded and going at the right level. It will be comfortable out here soon. I'll remind Michelle and Crissy of wish lists before we start almost one-on-one time. Back inside to get the last two on my schedule for this week.
"Jack, there's a message for you."
"Thanks, Hazel."
Hope it's good and whether good or bad, hope it doesn't sidetrack me from Michelle and Crissy.
Headphones on. Hit 'Message'.
{Jack, the trailer of educational materials and the portable classroom will be at your location around 1730 local. I'm guessing that you'll want the trailer in the barn until you can empty it and sort its contents but I told the driver to ask you. When that truck is out of the yard, you can tell the other driver where to put the classroom. The wind block for underneath is inside, as are the jacks and setup instructions. It's all-electric so you'll have to come up with a heat source. I think you had LP convection heat at the Davis and Pope houses. That should have been moved and will probably work. There's a 500 gallon propane tank by the bunkhouse at the ranch Jenny's from. Ask Dawkins if the crane truck he has is capable of moving something that heavy. If not, we have bigger equipment available. Tim.}
"Sarah!"
"I'm upstairs, Jack. Be down in a minute."
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"The portable classroom and the trailer of educational materials will be here around 5:30. The classroom is all-electric so we'll be installing one of the LP convection heaters. Tim said there's a 500 gallon tank at Jenny's place. If the crane truck Dawkins has can lift it, we can move it that way. If I pump the LP into the delivery truck, the empty tank may be within the load limit of that crane - we did lift sections of the Quonset huts with it."
"The delivery will be too late to do anything more than get the trailer in the barn and the classroom where we want it. There's no rush on getting the school operational - another week out of school won't matter much at this point."
"Getting the classroom level and getting the tornado straps and windbreak in place will take a day or so. Then getting lights inside. Then a couple of days to move and plumb the LP tank and get the furnace installed. And a day or two to go through the trailer of materials and equip the classroom for the age levels you'll be working with. Some of those things can happen at the same time - someone working on the classroom mechanicals while you sort and select things from the stock in the trailer. Easily a week before it's ready, Sarah."
"A week from today is Christmas Eve, Jack. We might have a walk-through to show the kids their 'big' Christmas gift but no lessons for a few days."
"We can plan on emptying the trailer to the loft if things are insect-proof. If not, we can spread things between that trailer and the 40 footer so they're easier to find and access."
"I'll make paper notes of all this and get the other adults on-board. You still have time to take care of the last two girls on your list."
"Yes, Mrs. Wilson."
"You goof!"
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"Michelle and Crissy. Get you coats and bags and come with me."
"Yes!"
"It's not very warm in here."
"It's not, Michelle, but there is something you need to do while it warms."
"What?"
"Your Christmas wish lists."
"But…"
"No buts, Michelle. Your brother and sisters will be disappointed if there's nothing for you under the tree so you will make your lists."
"But I don't want anything!"
"Think of something. Barrettes. A necklace. Pink socks. Everyone won't be happy unless there's at least one gift for each of you and there might be more than one."
"I guess there has been more whispering and giggling than usual. Someone's making gifts?"
"Michelle, I promised Santa I wouldn't tell."
"If anybody's Santa, it's you! You're always taking care of us. If I gotta write a list, I'll write."
"Pencil and paper on the table for each of you. If you need help spelling something, just ask."
"You don't have a dictionary out here?"
"I didn't say that. I said to ask. Your answer might be me telling you where a dictionary is."
"You'd do that, wouldn't you?"
"Perhaps."
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"My list is done."
"Me too."
"Put your name on the list. Otherwise you might get the purple underwear with green stripes."
"Purple and green? Who asked for that?"
"I didn't say that anyone asked. I just gave an example."
"Daddy!"
Lap time for each of them, with Michelle going second and the back rub to put her to sleep so Crissy can tell me what Sherry said she needed to talk about. Michelle's asleep, so put her on the bed and pull the blanket up.
"Think you can talk to me now, Crissy?"
"I feel very safe here."
"Then talk to me."
"I think I know how some of them have found us."
"Yes?"
"This scar on the back of my left hand. Cyndy and Charlie have the same scar. I woke up in some kind of doctor's office one trip and my hand was bandaged and it hurt. One of the people said something about running out of anesthetic on the last one - that was me. Did they put some kind of tracker on us?"
"It's possible…"
"I'm s-s-sorry! I'm s-s-sorry! S-s-send us away s-s-so th-th-they can't hurt y-y-you again!"
"No, Crissy. We won't send you away. Between Sarah and Columbo, we can get those chips out of the three of you. I even have an idea to make the people tracking you think that we've all moved somewhere else."
"We d-d-don't hafta g-g-go?"
"No, sweetie. You don't 'hafta go'. I need to talk with Sarah and she needs to see all these hands. Then we'll probably need to get Columbo involved with removing the chips."
"You are the best Daddy in the world!"
"And I think you need to nap."
"Any time I get on your shoulder is good."
"Little girl goodnight kiss on your nose?"
"Un huh."
Five minutes and she's asleep. Sarah can check on the others while these girls nap.
(Sarah.)
(Yes, Jack?)
(Check the back of Cyndy's and Charlie's left hands. Crissy thinks all three of them may have had tracking chips inserted there.)
(Will do. You'll be in soon?)
(An hour or less.)
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"Hi, Crissy."
"Hi, Daddy! Nice wake up. Can you fix the chips?"
"I asked Sarah to check Cyndy and Charlie. She'll check your hand when we go in. By now she knows whether she can do it or whether she'll need Columbo's help. I'll wake Michelle and then we can go see Sarah."
"OK."
"Hi, Michelle."
"Hi, Daddy! Nice wake up."
"Get your shoes and coats on and we'll go back to the house."
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'Crissy looks better, Poppa.'
'Sherry, I handled things as you suggested. Crissy told me what was bothering her. We can get it fixed.'
'Good. I want my sisters to be happy.'
'Did you ever think how weird it sounds for you to say 'sister' when I'm 'Daddy' to them and grandfather to you?'
'But that's what they feel like!'
'I just think it's funny.'
'Maybe.'
"Interesting problem you found, Mr. Wilson."
"I didn't 'find' it, Mrs. Wilson. My granddaughter pointed me to it with 'Crissy needs to talk'."
"Good that these kids care so much about each other."
"Sherry 'wanted her sisters happy'. I told her 'sister' sounded weird when I'm grandfather to her and 'Daddy' to them. She said that they feel like sisters."
"Don't think I can argue with any of that. For the fix, I can manage removal for Crissy and Cyndy but there's a nerve caught in the scar from someone sloppy doing Charlie's implant. I'm not sure how to handle it and neither is Aunt Hazel."
"Guess we need to get Columbo involved."
"Yes. Be nice to have a CAT scan or even an X-ray for him to work with."
"Depending on how much of the hospital gear has gotten to their camp, one of those might be available. I'll call and you can tell Columbo what you see."
"OK."
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Friday, 17 December, 3:40PM
"Aunt Hazel, the Colonel is sending a couple of vehicles to take the 'C' team to the camp hospital for CAT scans of all three hands. Columbo has a hand surgeon and a neurologist available for consult. Will you go with them?"
"Are you going, Sarah?"
"Charlie asked for Jack and me. Cyndy asked for you. Crissy is too upset to ask for anyone specific but I think that's why Charlie asked Jack."
"You both read these kids well. Of course I'll go. You've told the other kids?"
"Yes. The whole story. Joe's getting the older ones armed. We don't have a time frame other than 'maybe two or three hours'. Plus travel time there and back. I left a list for Joe and Bill to cover getting the educational materials unloaded from the trailer and Jack left sketches for placement of the portable classroom. With all the activity going on, the Colonel will leave a squad here overnight."
"Probably a good thing with trailers coming in. Some of the people out there would see 'book distributor' on the trailer and still tear through it destroying everything while looking for food."
"Sad but true. The Colonel said to be armed anytime we're outside the house."
"My pistol is on top of this cabinet."
"Then get it and we're ready to go."
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
"What is that ugly vehicle?"
"Safe transport, Aunt Hazel. An explosion beside it might give you a headache but you won't be hurt."
"They say pretty is as pretty does. That thing is looking better all the time."
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It's late but the chips were removed from all three hands without inflicting further damage. Columbo insisted on Charlie staying until all the local anesthetic had dissipated so he could verify that she still had full motion and feeling in all her fingers. I think my previous comment about 'uncles in the military' was correct - these kids have a big 'family'. The girls split a breakfast MRE - pancakes and bacon so they were happy with it. With one hand bandaged to the point of being temporarily useless, they'll need help getting undressed and into jammies tonight and reversing that in the morning. If there's minimal drainage and no sign of infection, the big bandage can be replaced with something smaller tomorrow. For the moment, they're on children's ibuprofen for pain but we have some more potent things, if needed. I'll have Sarah do what she can to relieve pain and I'll see if being on my shoulder helps before giving them even a small dose of hydrocodone. I'd rather not have loopy kids in bunk beds. If they need that level of pain killer, they'll be snuggled with an adult.
I learned something about low-tech semi-secure communications today - they still have carrier pigeons! That works to our advantage as the chips were put in the message case on one of the birds and it headed due east. If those chips are still being tracked, anyone who tries to capture them at their destination will get a rude awakening. Nothing like trying to take on a base filled with Abrams tanks. The other kids are ready for bed but I called Joe on the way back and told him when we'd get here so I'm reading tonight. Time to use this book they've not had before.
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"That sounds just like us, Daddy. They'd been given something that they didn't know was bad and it was hard to get rid of. Thank you for getting rid of the chips but keeping us!"
"Crissy, I think I might have kept you even if we couldn't get rid of the chips. I could have taped a metal can over your hand and it wouldn't have been much bigger than your bandage."
"You're silly!"
"Would a can have worked, Daddy?"
"It would have blocked radio signals, Cyndy, so yes, it would have worked. Just not as well as getting them out of your hands and on their way to a big Army base."
"They'll think we went by car 'cause the bird is faster than walking but slower than a helicopter?"
"Correct, Charlie. If they try to capture the locator chips there, they may not like the people who say 'Hi'."
"Lots of soldiers with big guns and tanks?"
"Correct, Cyndy. I don't think any of those people will ever bother you again. Time for bed. We'll come around for hugs and kisses."
"Do me last, Daddy?"
"Me?"
"Me?"
"I think the three of you need to be back together, at least for tonight. If you can't settle down, Sarah and I have some things that might help with the pain and might help you sleep. After I tell the others goodnight, I'll be back for the three of you to snuggle on me. Crissy and Charlie on my shoulders, Cyndy in the middle. I'll be back."
"I saw the movie, Daddy. Your voice isn't deep enough."
"Enough from you, Charlie."
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All the others are kissed or hugged or both. Back to the 'C' team. I hear sniffles.
"I told you I'd be back."
"Daddy, Charlie hurts but wouldn't say anything…"
"Crissy!"
"Charlie, it's OK to tell us when you hurt. They did more work on your hand than the others combined. Remember how much time Columbo spent testing the different ways you could move your fingers and whether you could feel him touching your fingers in a lot of places?"
"A lot more than Crissy or Cyndy."
"Because he had to do a lot more to get the chip out of your hand and the nerve clear of the old scar. He gave us some very potent pain medication because he thought you in particular might be in a lot of pain. If your mother's pain control is all you need, you won't need the other medicine. If not, you get the stronger pain medication but you'll be on a mattress on the floor. This pain medication could make you so dopey that you roll off the bed. That doesn't work if you're in a bunk."
"Sounds like it would hurt."
"Yes. First let Sarah do her magic."
"It's better Momma, but it hurts when my heart beats."
"OK, Charlie. Here's the pill and here's some water. The pill probably doesn't taste good but it's small and should wash down easily."
"It's down but I still hurt."
"It's not an instant fix, Charlie. Maybe 20 minutes. I'm on the mattress here on the floor. You get on my shoulder."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Us too, Daddy?"
"Yes, Crissy. You on my other shoulder. Cyndy in the middle."
"You seem to have things under control, Mr. Wilson."
"Except for loading the furnace tonight, Mrs. Wilson."
"Dad saw that you were busy and he took care of it."
"Good. Otherwise we'd all be very cold before morning."
"I don't expect you to sleep well with them in place and the likelihood of you being awakened to manage pain again during the night. Don't set your alarm. Wait for the scent of bacon or a gentle alarm clock."
"I'll do that."
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:21:52 GMT -6
Saturday, 18 December, 2:05AM
I hear sniffles. It's 2AM and Charlie is hurting again. There's a spillproof Contigo travel cup of water by the mattress and the pain killer is there. There's enough moonlight to see well enough to get one pill out of the bottle.
"Charlie."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"I can tell that you're hurting. If it wakes you up in the middle of the night, it's bad enough for this medicine."
"Yes, Daddy."
"If you wake up hurting again, wake me so I can take care of you. Don't just lie there and hurt until your sniffles wake me."
"I will next time."
"Goodnight kiss on your nose and I'll rub your back until you're asleep again."
"Goodnight, best Daddy ever."
Just a little over ten minutes this time. She's tired and sleepy so the medication doesn't need to be at full strength for her to go back to sleep. Now to see if I can get back to sleep.
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Saturday, 18 December, 6:20AM
"Good morning, Mr. Wilson."
"Good morning, Mrs. Wilson. Much better than a beeping alarm clock."
"How did our children do?"
"I woke to Charlie's sniffles about 2. I told her to tell me the next time she hurt and not wait until her sniffles woke me. Her face tells me she's hurting but not quite enough to wake her. She's tired from not sleeping well so she's still asleep. Crissy and Cyndy look better but probably hurting some. Their hands have had time to swell from the invasive procedure, so I'd expect that they all may be hurting more than last night. I'd say start the ibuprofen for all of them but expect Charlie to need something more. Maybe try a half tablet of the hydrocodone and see if it's enough? I don't like the 'fuzzy' feeling of the 'recommended' dosage of the more potent pain killers and I'm guessing that Charlie won't like it either. Better to hurt a little and everything still be in focus. We'll see how she handles it and adjust the dosage so she's comfortable."
"Thank you for your analysis, Dr. Wilson. That will make caring for them easier today. I'll pass it along to Aunt Hazel. I want to see my new teacher materials and my 'one room school'."
"I need to get with Dawkins on moving that LP tank. Joe and I can do the physical installation of the convection heater when the tank is here. The 'A' team can help with the plumbing. After breakfast, take one of the 'nerd' headlights and examine the 'school' and your teaching materials. I should wake these girls."
"Just them. Dad is waking the others."
"Good morning, Cyndy."
"Nice wake up, Daddy. My hand hurts more this morning than last night."
"It has probably swollen some from being invaded by the scalpel and other tools. Sarah will check it and see what changes are needed. Including some medicine for the hurting."
"Good morning, Crissy."
"I was already awake Daddy, but I'd never say 'No' to your kiss. I heard what you told Cyndy. Momma will check me too?"
"Yes. Remember your sweatshirt and socks. Go pee and wipe and wash your hands so you can help cook breakfast."
"Yes, Daddy. We may need help washing one hand."
"Tell me if you and Cyndy can't work out a way to do that together."
"OK. Charlie looks like she hurts."
"She was crying about 2AM and I gave her some pain medicine then. It's worn off by now so she'll need more when she wakes."
"Take good care of her."
"I will."
"Good morning, Charlie."
"Nice wake up, Daddy, but that's about all that's good. My hand feels really big and it hurts more than it did last night."
"I'd expect some swelling from your hand being invaded by the scalpel and the other instruments. We just need to see how much swelling there is."
"'Invaded' is a good description, Daddy. Those things aren't usually there and I didn't want them to be there!"
"Can you manage to pee, wipe and wash one hand?"
"I can't wash with this big bandage."
"Go do what you can and tell me when you need help. I'll wash your hand. Your mother will want to unwrap your bandage and see how it all looks. She's probably doing Crissy and Cyndy now."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Do I flush?"
"I don't think you can manage the bucket with one hand."
"Probably not."
"Let's get that hand washed and I'll help you with sweatshirt and socks. You probably won't be able to help much with breakfast, either."
"Bummer."
"Sweetie, it's OK to slow down or stop when you're hurt. That's how you get better."
"I just wanna be doing something!"
"After breakfast, I'll help you dress and I'll ask Sarah if she needs help with the school inventory. You can't move boxes with one hand but you can write down what's in them."
"OK. Sorry I'm so grouchy."
"That often goes along with being in pain. I'll give you half a tablet this morning and Sarah needs to check your incision. She might have you propped up in bed or on the sofa reading with that hand in the air to reduce the swelling."
"But…"
"No buts. You listen to Nurse Sarah."
"Yes, Daddy."
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"I need to check your hand, Charlie."
"Yes, Momma. Daddy said you'd check all of us. How's Crissy and Cyndy?"
"A little more swelling than last night, but that's expected. You look like you're hurting."
"That's what Daddy said and he gave me half a tablet of the strong stuff."
"You have more swelling than they do, Charlie."
"It hurts more than last night."
"Let me re-bandage it then we'll try a sling. It might not hurt as much if your hand's above your heart."
"That feels weird but it doesn't hurt as much."
"Let me see your other hand, Charlie."
"Here."
"It's a little puffy. Aunt Hazel, what do you make of this puffiness?"
'I think it goes with her period.'
"What, Grandma?"
"Something Sarah needs to tell Jack."
"OK. Can I help with breakfast?"
"Put out the glasses for me?"
"Yes, Grandma."
'Jack, Hazel said some of Charlie's swelling is from her period.'
'How do you know?'
'The swelling in her hand isn't just in response to the chip being removed. Her right hand is also a little puffy. She's retaining water and that's a strong indicator. Kids don't do that unless it's their period.'
'Wonder if they were exposed to GG-183 somewhere or if one of our other kids is a carrier and that's what's causing early puberty?'
'Not something I want to know about but I guess it's possible. Maybe in some of the bottled water we had on the bus?'
'I hadn't thought of the bottled water. Guess we'll find out eventually.'
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"Breakfast was good, Aunt Hazel!"
"Un huh!"
"Good enough to help with the dishes?"
"Yes."
"And me."
"And me."
"Charlie?"
"Yes, Momma?"
"Can you write down the counts I get going through the book racks?"
"Yes!"
Charlie has her 'something to do'. I should get with Joe about installing the LP heat.
"Hazel, where's Joe?"
"He and Bill are putting LP heat in the school. He said you can see about the LP tank at Jenny's."
"I'll go talk with Dawkins."
No signs up.
knock. knock.
"Enter"
"Hi, Dawkins."
"Hi, Mr. Wilson. How's Charlie and her sisters?"
"They're her cousins. Crissy and Cyndy are sisters. All their hands are a little swollen today but that can happen after surgery. Charlie's in more pain than the others because more work was done on her hand but the pain medication is working for her. Just enough to let her be functional during the day - she woke up asking what she could do with one hand - but possibly more tonight so she sleeps well."
"That's good. She's a very impressive girl. What can I do for you?"
"Bill and Joe are installing LP heat in our 'one room school' - guess it's a step up from the 'one room school' that had a pot bellied stove. I'll take the LP truck and empty the tank at the ranch. Can the crane truck you have move a 500 gallon tank if it's empty?"
"Let me check the cheat sheet. Empty 500 gallon tank is OK. Full 500 gallon tank is too heavy. We can move that. If you can drive the propane delivery truck, you shouldn't have a problem with the crane truck. They're the same base truck, just a different platform on the back. If you're not familiar with the hoist, I can teach you all I know in five minutes. I can't leave until Childers is awake but that will 1500 or so."
"I can get Joe or Bill to ride shotgun when I go. Tell me about the hoist and then join us for lunch if you can."
"Thanks for the invitation but I'll be monitoring and recording a conference call that starts in about ten minutes."
"Check with Hazel when you're free. There's a big pot on and it smells like one of her all-home-canned stews."
"Now I am hungry!"
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Saturday, 18 December, 1:40PM
"Joe, Bill. We can use the crane truck to move the 500 gallon tank. If we go now, we'll be doing all the work in daylight."
"You drive the crane truck, Jack. I'll drive the propane truck. Bill can ride shotgun."
"That works for me, Joe. I can manage most tractors and combines but I know nothing about either of those trucks."
"Jack, do you have something to tie the tank down while we move it?"
"Yes, Joe. A half dozen ratchet straps should be more than we need."
"We'll tell the ladies 'bye' and ensure everyone is armed and we can go. The squad from last night is still on watch."
"Better have FRS radios for all of us. I think we'll be in range."
"I understand the need for doing it now, Jack. Just hurry back."
"Sarah, I'll leave an FRS radio with Dawkins. If anything happens, alert him."
Lots more pleasant to do the emptying of a 500 gallon tank in warmer weather. But it's done. Now to get it disconnected and loaded.
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Saturday, 18 December, 3:40PM
We're back at the house and we'll get the tank off the crane truck and refilled before dark. Getting the pipe buried will be slow but we can use the tiller for part of that tomorrow. We could have heat in our one room school tomorrow afternoon! I'm sure Sarah will be glad of that - no more trying to manage paper while wearing winter gloves.
Charlie's still out helping? She is serious about 'doing' something. Need to check her pain level and maybe medicate again. Seems she's not alone. Crissy and Cyndy are also out working. Charlie and Crissy cooperate on the things that need two hands and Cyndy opens doors as needed. I think I'd like these kids if they weren't mine.
"Whatcha smiling about, Daddy?"
"Just thinking about how much I like the kids that are out here helping, Crissy. I might like them if they weren't mine."
"You're silly!"
"You're smiling."
'Charlie's not. I think she's hurting again but won't say anything.'
'I'll check her.'
'Thank you.'
"Charlie."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Your face tells me you didn't listen to me. You're hurting and you didn't tell Sarah or Hazel."
"But…"
"No buts. I gave you specific instructions. You didn't obey me so you're back inside. Now, Charlie."
"Yes, Daddy."
'I heard that, Jack. How much of those tears are from not being able to 'do' and how much from hurting?'
'I'd say it's about even. I'll medicate her and we'll talk a little while but I expect her to be asleep as soon as the medication kicks in.'
'She won't like that.'
'That will be her "punishment" for not stopping and telling someone earlier, when the medication would simply have taken the edge off the pain so she could continue 'doing' instead of pushing herself until she's so tired that pain relief puts her to sleep.'
'She might remember that next time.'
'I hope so.'
"But it'll make me sleepy and I can't…"
"If you had told Sarah or Hazel a couple of hours ago, you would still feel like helping instead of being so tired from fighting the pain that this will probably put you to sleep. I'm taking care of you, but this time the pain relief also brings enforced idleness and that's your punishment for not doing what you were told."
"It wouldn't make me sleepy if I took it sooner?"
"No, it wouldn't. Just dealing with pain is tiring. That means you run down without doing any work. If you want to 'do' you must also keep the pain controlled. I'm sorry you won't be helping for a while, but it's something you did to yourself by not listening to me the last time I said all this."
"I'm sorry I didn't listen, but that doesn't make me less tired. I'll try to remember next time."
"In another day or so, you may only need the ibuprofen. It won't make you as sleepy. But now you need this and it will make you sleepy."
"Yes, Daddy. Kiss me goodnight before I take it?"
"Yes, but you'll be awake a little longer than that. Goodnight kiss on your nose. Take your pill."
"OK."
"See, that wasn't so bad. Second goodnight kiss on your nose. Snuggle in. You'll feel better soon."
Fifteen minutes and she's gone. Put her on her bed and pull up the blanket. I'll check back in an hour or so. If her face isn't showing pain, I'll do the gentle alarm clock. If she doesn't wake, she needs more rest.
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"Thanks, Jack!"
"You're welcome, Sarah, but what did I finish?"
"Heat in our one room school!"
"Joe and Bill were working on the installation and we got the tank placed and filled but the pipe needs to be buried and …"
"Dawkins and Childers heard the tiller and came to help. They deepened the trench Dad cut with the tiller and filled it back in after the pipe was in place. The 'A' team helped with the above-ground pipe and it's all done."
"Very good and I wasn't involved in most of it."
"As usual, you got the right people started on a project and they finished it. They're giving you credit for getting all the pieces together."
"I'll give them credit for getting the grunt work done."
"Then all of you were involved, I'm happy and the kids will have a warm place to learn. Go check it out. How long has Charlie been asleep?"
"Maybe 30 minutes. She kept fighting the pain instead of telling an adult that she hurt as I'd told her to do. Being asleep instead of 'doing' is her 'punishment' for not listening to what I told her earlier."
"I don't know how many other kids would consider that 'punishment', but most of them probably live here."
"You might be right. I'd guess your next classroom item would be lighting?"
"Yes. Flashlights and 'nerd' lights are better than an oil lamp but having several lights overhead as we did at Mindy's house would be better."
"I'll go look for the extension cords and drop lights we used when unloading the trailers. I think they're in the workshop in the barn."
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"You have six lights for me?"
"Yes, but we may need to limit how much they're used. Light the areas you're using, not all 400 square feet. The area with desks probably needs better light than some of the other areas. If you'll be using the chalkboard or the pull-down maps there, we may need to put the tilting lights near it so they can be aimed at the board or your desk or the front row of student desks. We've not been using this many lights for a full day so I don't know how much impact they'll have on the battery level. I have a Kill-a-Watt meter that I'll put inline on the extension cord from the house. That way we'll have both instantaneous power usage and the accumulated usage over time - which will help us plan future usage as we get less sun."
"I think I'm OK with that. We use fewer lights now and they're not on when a room is empty. One more thing."
"Yes?"
"Can you connect the bathroom to the septic tank? And run a cold water line out here to have water for washing hands, mixing tempera paint and cleaning up messes?"
"Water and drain lines we'd need to bury so they don't freeze. I think that side of this trailer is about ten feet from the line going to the septic tank. I need to find pipe and a wye joint to add the bathroom here. We need a trench for the drain pipe and we can make it a little wider to have a place for the cold water line. That digging will take a while - it's almost 20 feet to a water connection in the house. I should include the power feed in the trench as well. One less thing that the weather can affect. Need to check for some UF wire and I think I saw some Wiremold parts for doing surface wiring. That way there'd be no question which outlets are original and which are on the inverters…"
"Jack!"
"Yes, Sarah?"
"Here's paper and a pencil. Write it down and work out the details later."
"OK."
"Then go wake Charlie. She'll be happier to have you do that than anyone else. Hazel chose some things for supper that one handed kids can help with."
"The 'C' team will be happy."
"The others will be happy to not be hearing 'There's not anything I can do with one hand'."
"True. How are things progressing on the Christmas lists, Mrs. Wilson?"
"Lots of laughing and giggling as the middle girls make hair decorations for the little ones. Lots of secrecy as different groups make things for others in their age groups. All of the younger ones have had access to an adult for help making something for the older kids and the adults. The older kids are working on some things that none of the adults seem privy to."
"Don't look at me. I've been busy with other things and haven't been involved in the gift making - not yet, anyway. They do still have almost a week to work on things. What about decorations for a tree?"
"There are boxes in the attic with some old ornaments that I remember and some very old ornaments that Dad remembers. How soon should we get the tree up?"
"Two or three days. Be nice to go get the tree with a light snow falling, but I don't think the weather will cooperate. We won't need to go far. There are several firs across the road that are in the six to seven foot range and the kids won't be too tired to decorate the tree if they help drag it back here. If we close the warm air supply register nearest the tree and keep the tree well-watered, it should be good for at least a week."
"Plan on taking it down a day or two after Christmas?"
"Yes. We could dig out some Christmas movies and have one or two of them, along with popcorn and cider."
"Hazel said she had several recipes for Christmas treats that the kids could manage with just a little help."
"Sounds good. Assign each recipe to a group of kids and provide them whatever help they need. The cooks will be happy to be 'doing' and even happier to be making something for the others to enjoy. 'Treats' sounds like cookies, candies, 'nuts and bolts' and other salty-crunchies."
"'Salty-crunchies' indeed, Mister Chip Destroyer."
"So I like salty-crunchy snacks."
"I think 'inhale' might be a better description."
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"Hi, Charlie."
"Hi, Daddy. Nice wake up. You were right. I feel better now. My hand doesn't hurt as much and I don't feel so grouchy."
"Let me check here."
"Hey! I said grouchy, not tickly!"
"But you're smiling so I think the grouchy has been controlled for a little while."
"I'll tell you if I start hurting again. After I pee, help me wash my hand? And get the sling back on?"
"Yes. Go pee. When your hand is clean, you may ask Hazel if there's anything you can help with."
"You said 'can' 'cause it's what I'm able to do?"
"Correct."
"OK."
Yes! I got everything right this time. Right amount of medication. Right amount of nap. She's not quite bubbly but she's much closer to her usual aware self than earlier today. I think she likes herself better when she's at this point. Hydrocodone again tonight and maybe in the morning but try just ibuprofen starting at lunch tomorrow. She's moving her fingers more without wincing so maybe the swelling is going down some. I'm sure that helps. Sarah should check the swelling on all of them.
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"Is there something I can help with, Grandma?"
"Yes, Charlie. I think you and Crissy can manage to do this with one hand each."
"Like we moved boxes for Momma, Crissy."
"You're on that side…"
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Childers joined us for supper and was introduced to Tillie. Hazel also tasked him with taking a plate to Dawkins when we finish the meal. Childers and Dawkins usually swap out on the supper invitation - it's part of the limited time that both of them are up together and the radios will still be covered if one leaves the area. He told me that they were working on a short range remote control system so they could both be out of the radio area if needed - and their first test was when they dug the trench for the school's LP pipe. Guess we might see both of them at supper in the near future. That will please Amelia and Charlie as each of them would then have someone to monopolize with radio questions instead of whichever one is here getting it from both sides - Amelia on his left and Charlie on his right. He also slipped me a thumb drive and mouthed 'soon' as he did so. I'll need to use headphones on the laptop and see what's coming next.
"You're not having dessert, Jack?"
"It looks good, Hazel, but I don't think I can manage it now. Maybe with a cup of tea before bedtime. Sarah, I'll be in the computer cave for a while."
"Keep me informed."
What was so important and possibly scary that Childers didn't just hand me the thumb drive and say "You should listen to this"? Laptop on. Headphones on. Thumb drive in. There are some pictures, some video clips and some text files. Start with 'ReadMeFirst.doc'.
'The version of GG-183 in the field appears to have mutated. In addition to the flu-like symptoms, some victims have raised nodules on their skin and open sores. It looks a little like the Black Death but that CDC says it's not related in any way - just that the lesions are similar in size and shape. The numbered images show the progression of the disease from initial "flu" symptoms to what looks like measles to the bigger lesions to bleeding from the eyes, nose and mouth. That progression runs 72 to 96 hours.
There are a couple of useful anti-virals, such as Tamiflu. If received in adequate dosage (at least four times the normal dosage; higher doses if the patient can tolerate them) and early on (within 24 hours of first symptoms) they can improve the survival rate to 55 percent. Without treatment, survival rate for those infected for the first time is four percent.
The one percent of the population with the unique DNA marker appears to be immune to the mutation. More than half of those previously infected appear to be immune to the mutation. The survival rate for non-immune survivors of a previous infection is 65 percent untreated and close to 100 percent if treated. The only common thing in those who survive a second exposure appears to be genetic (based on parent-child and sibling survival rates) but the specific factor has not yet been identified. The limited number of qualified researchers is greatly affecting all the disciplines studying this mutation.
A small percentage of those who are infected go berserk in the 48 hours preceding their death. This appears to be color related, as their targets are red signs, red vehicles and people with red hair. No explanation for this has been proposed.'
Is this real? It sounds more like a script for "The Twilight Zone". Better read the other documents.
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That was sobering. Incident reports from first responders of all types, some with pictures. Did I see anything about the victims running high fevers? Not that I remember. Read through these things again. One paramedic reported a patient temperature of 106.2. That's approaching the fatal range for an adult. If these people are running fevers that high, it's the likely cause of 'going berserk'. Now the pictures and videos.
Cell phone video of an attack - and my ultra-liberal, anti-gun former co-worker has a 12 gauge at her shoulder and is taking out the crazies trying to get her kids. Guess she's immune and will likely now be a life member of the NRA - if that organization survives. On second glance - that's her husband and his brother! Looks like those kids got the good genes from their mother.
That theme has repeated in about half of the pictures and videos of the attacks. A crazy male is attacking a female's children. Is there enough remaining of Facebook or other social media to match up the people in these images and see if they're family? That's a question for Tim, along with who decides the distribution of the new SCADA chips. Also need to mention the fever. Some of the pictures from paramedics show the patient with a thermometer of some type in the mouth or ear or on the forehead. If the full reports can be accessed, we'd have much better info to work with. Better call Tim before I tell the others.
To the radio. PreSel 407.
{This is Jack Wilson. Is the Colonel available?}
{I'm here, Jack. It's probably safe to assume this is in response to the information you received earlier.}
{Correct. I think some people are missing the obvious. A high fever often causes unusual behavior. One paramedic's report noted the patient had a fever of 106.2. That's approaching a fatal level for an adult. Some of the pictures show patients with thermometers in the mouth or ear or on the forehead. Collect the medical reports of all types and see how many of the "crazies" are that way from dangerously high fever. There are multiple instances of a male attacking a female's children. One clip has people I know in it. The woman with the shotgun is protecting her children from their father and his brother. Is there enough remaining of Facebook and other social media sites to identify the people in all those pictures and videos? In this case, we're seeing an immune woman and the children who got that gene from her. That should be investigated. On a totally different topic, who decides the distribution of the new SCADA chips? That's a place for a lot of political intrigue, good-old-boy-club, pork barrel and under-the-table things to happen and they should be planned for and prevented.}
{I've not heard anyone mention fever, Jack. There are comments about a possible genetic link for immunity but no suggestion that it might be passed maternally in the mitochondrial DNA. I'll pass both of those up the line with attribution to you. I asked about the chip distribution and got a run-around. I've passed details about the run-around on a couple of unofficial military channels and hope to hear back from some other people today.}
{Any news on the fallout?}
{Drifting slowly south and east. 90 percent probability that it will follow the same path as the previous fallout cloud. The particulate matter that remains in the atmosphere will reduce the sunlight by five to ten percent this year and that will decrease slowly over the next five years. That could cause up to a 20 percent reduction in crop production this year. With the loss of population from GG-183, that wouldn't be a problem if we had farmers and they had fuel to plant and harvest and we had fuel and drivers to get the crops to market. For those growing their own food, the recommendation is to plant roughly 20 percent more than you think you need to plant to provide for those surviving on your crops. There's more detail in a series of bulletins about this from the Department of Agriculture. I'll queue them for transmission to you later.}
{Thanks, Tim.}
{Wait a minute, Jack. I sent your ideas up the line with a Priority: Critical tag and I've already gotten some responses. As before, about half of them are job offers - with really good pay. The others are thanking you for "seeing what they missed". I'll forward these to you. A couple might give you a good laugh. God knows we need something to laugh about. By the way, how are the kids that had surgery yesterday?}
{Sarah thinks they're doing as well as can be expected. Their hands are more swollen today in response to the invasive procedures yesterday and therefore more painful but within the range that the prescribed medication can control.}
{As long as Sarah is happy with their care, I'll be happy with my medical people. The pigeon's destination was "raided" by a group of about twenty people around 0400 their time today. The pigeon roost is on an outlying road and doesn't appear to be associated with the base. The raiders were greeted by a company in full battle rattle, backed up by a couple of Abrams. They were taken without a shot fired. And then taken to the tank wash facility and hosed down because they smelled bad.}
{I love it! Thank whoever did that for scaring the shit out of people who hurt some of my kids.}
{The interrogators mentioned Li Xing and that the kids they were after belonged to the man who took out her knee. I understand the raiders aren't good at harmony but they are all "singing".}
{Their good fortune to be captured there. In my hands, they'd be singing a couple of octaves higher.}
{I'll pass that along to the interrogator. Anything else, Jack?}
{Can you provide us with Tamiflu or other anti-virals?}
{Have some things coming late today or early tomorrow. For adults and children. You have priority on getting them. I'll keep you informed. Anything else?}
{A request about Christmas. If you could …}
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"You have less than good news for us, Jack?"
"Yes, Joe. The Colonel had Childers pass some information on to me. I've been over it a couple of times. It's mostly bad, but the 'experts' are too tired, too overloaded or too wound up to step back and take a broad look at things. GG-183 has mutated to something worse. The one percent group is still immune. The group that survived before is mostly immune and we'll have access to anti-viral drugs that can help if we need them. The chips that were removed from the 'C' team's hands were being tracked. About 20 raiders showed up at the pigeon roost at 4AM their time. They were greeted by a company of soldiers in full battle dress and two tanks. They were taken without a shot fired but had to be hosed down before they were interrogated…"
"Why are you laughing, Grandpa Joe?"
"Amelia, what would happen if you were scared ten times as much as ever before?"
"I'd pee in my pants - maybe more than that."
"Why would they hose down a group of people?"
"Eww! They didn't?"
"Yes, they did your 'more'."
"As mean as they were to the 'C' team, they deserved it."
"Yes, Sherry, they deserved it. Hazel, I could use something positive. Was there any pie left?"
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"Daddy?"
"Yes, Charlie?"
"I'm sorry I didn't listen the first time about telling an adult when I started to hurt. I'm OK now but I think I might need the medicine again so I can sleep."
"Thank you for telling me. This way we can keep you from hurting so much you get grouchy and don't like yourself. After tonight's story, I'll put half a tablet and a glass of water on the counter."
"You'll get it out of the bottle 'cause I can't do that with one hand, but I can do the glass with one hand."
"Correct. I like my independent kids and try to let them do everything they can manage safely."
"Which is why my 'glass' is plastic?"
"No sharp broken pieces if it gets dropped."
"You don't really think I'd drop it?"
"No, but you might if Tillie stuck her cold nose where you missed this button on your shirt."
"Not my bellybutton!"
"I want Sarah to check your hand and the other two for swelling and how well they're healing. Let's collect your cousins and get all of you to Sarah."
"OK."
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"Momma, Daddy said you should check our hands so I brought the first aid kit if you need to change the bandages."
"Thank you, Charlie. You're in front of me so I'll start with you."
"You're frowning, Momma."
"Does it itch, Charlie?"
"Un huh!"
"And you've been scratching it?"
"A little."
"How much?"
"A lot."
"I see two more guilty faces. Crissy?"
"I scratch too, Momma."
"Cyndy?"
"Me too."
"Did I tell you that it would itch when it was healing?"
"Un huh."
"Did I tell you not to scratch but to ask me or Hazel or Amelia or Maddie to help?"
"Yes, Momma."
"Why didn't you ask one of us?"
"I didn't wanna bother anyone."
"Charlie, you're not a bother! You're family and we always take care of family."
"I'm sorry, Momma. I'll try to remember."
"Charlie, I know you've been places where you tried to keep from being noticed so you wouldn't be hurt. I think sometimes you're still thinking 'I gotta be quiet so I don't get hurt'."
"You know how I feel!"
"Maybe I've seen a lot of that in the kids we've claimed?"
"You're the best Momma ever!"
"Maybe just the best one in this house. Crissy, ask Hazel to come help me fix these things."
"Yes, Momma."
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"Jammies, brush and floss. I'm starting a new chapter book tonight. I think you'll like it."
"OK."
"It's a story about a hospital?"
"Why did you ask that, Leah?"
"It has 'Dr. Dolittle'. Doctors work at hospitals."
"That's right, but he's a different kind of doctor."
"Different kind?"
"See what you learn about him as I read."
"OK."
"Snuggle in but you don't need to see the book. The only pictures will be the ones in your minds."
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"Read another chapter?"
"Not tonight, Debbie. This chapter was longer than many of the books I've been reading. To bed and we'll bring the hugs and kisses to you."
"You're silly, Daddy, but it's always fun."
"The rest of you in your beds while the 'C' team gets their medication to help them sleep."
"The stuff that makes Charlie 'fuzzy'?"
"No, Cyndy. Some children's ibuprofen which is just strong enough to help a little with the pain and the itch for you and Crissy. A half tablet of the strong stuff for Charlie because she needs more help with the pain. The incision on her hand is much larger than yours."
"Bigger means it hurts more?"
"Usually."
"Then I guess she does need more than me. Kiss me goodnight?"
"When you're in bed."
"But you could do all of us here and not hafta go to all the bedrooms again."
"That's true, but our tradition is you get your goodnight kiss after you're in bed. Scoot."
"I'll get there faster if I walk."
"You will, Crissy, and perhaps even faster if I help you by holding your ribs."
"I'm going!"
Sherry swapped with Charlie so Charlie's on the bottom bunk. I don't think she'll roll out of bed at this level of medicating but I put a couple of pillows beside the bed anyway. Tillie seems to be aware of the differences and is curled up next to the wall about two feet from the bunks. I'm probably treating Charlie as I would a much younger child but she's not a typical nine year old. The "I didn't wanna bother you" is more like what a pre-schooler might say, not a girl who's a potential mother. Her circumstances have made her growing up more of a 'yanked up' and 'yanked down' experience. I hope we can even some of that out for her - and the others - over time.
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"No comments about the good doctor talking with the animals?"
"Lots of giggles and some knowing looks exchanged between a few of the girls. I'll not be surprised to find various kids spending their time with Tillie looking into her eyes with serious expressions."
"I saw Celia sitting by a window and looking daggers at the marbles in the box in front of her."
"She did say she would try moving things with her mind. I told her to tell me if she was successful and she could teach the others."
"No wonder she was so serious. Being able to do something her 'big sisters' can't do would make her happy for the next month."
"If it happens, we'll need to make rules about when they can use that ability and what they're allowed to do with it. I do NOT want a house filled with sneaky poltergeists pulling pranks."
"You could threaten then with getting a 'mental hand' on their butts - they'd never know it was coming."
"I'd rather they discipline themselves but the 'mental hand' might be a way to do swift punishment. You think they would have accepted this premise for an episode of 'The Twilight Zone'?"
"No. Too unbelievable."
"Except that we're living it."
"I have more 'living' for you, Mr. Wilson."
"Lead on, Mrs. Wilson - just don't wake the children."
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:22:25 GMT -6
Sunday, 19 December, 5:40AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Need to get the furnace going strong earlier today. The temperature on the back porch was 28 when we went to bed so I know it's colder now and it will take longer for the furnace to warm the house. On the positive side, we have a wood burning convection furnace that heats the house without electricity and we have lots of wood. More work than having electrically-driven, thermostatically-controlled central heat but it does keep us warm. Not that I want to get out of this warm bed and away from my favorite snuggle partner but my children will be cold if I don't. Get in the clothes I put in the bed last night then get shoes, a jacket and the 'nerd' light and go load the firebox.
That's done. Load the coffee pot and put the teakettle and a pot of water on to heat. I'm sure everyone will want something warm or hot to drink, depending on their ages. Should I go light the stove in the cabin? I don't plan on taking any kids out there but it seems important to have it warm. Check the cameras. Frost on most surfaces - including the windows of the bunkhouse! That shouldn't be. Need to wake Sarah and she can wake Joe and we'll go see what's happened out there.
(Sarah!)
(Not my best wake up call.)
(There's frost on the bunkhouse windows. Don't know what happened to the heat out there. Wake Joe and we'll go check.)
(On my way.)
"Sarah, the door is locked. I'll knock and you call out to them."
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Aunt Hazel! Uncle Bill!"
"Huh?"
KNOCK! KNIOCK!
"What? Damn, but it's cold in here."
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Aunt Hazel! Uncle Bill!"
"I'm coming."
"You OK, Uncle Bill?"
"Until I got out of bed and got icicles on my ass. What happened to the heat?"
"How's Aunt Hazel?"
"Freezing now that I'm out of the bed."
"Get your coats and we'll get you in the house."
"Sarah, I started coffee and there should be hot water for other things."
"Why would the heat die, Jack?"
"Sarah, I'll remove the burner and pilot light and take them inside the house where it's warm to examine them. You get Bill and Hazel where it's warm."
The little box stove doesn't put out as much heat as the LP heater but it's better than having ice on the windows. I'll load and light it and then start taking the LP heater apart.
Good to have even a little heat going in here. Now for some tools. Turn off the gas to the heater. Screwdriver to remove the front cover. Two wrenches for the gas line connection. Four screws holding the burner assembly. All the small hardware in a plastic bag. Get me and this heavy piece back where it's actually warm.
"You want coffee, Jack?
"Sarah, if you'd fix me a cup while I go wake the kids. I'll tell them that Bill and Hazel are here in pajamas because the heat is off in the bunkhouse and we got them here in what they were wearing."
"Go do your 'chore'. Coffee will be on the table when you get back."
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All the kids are worried about Hazel and Bill, especially the 'C' team. I almost said that I was surprised that they didn't wake because of the cold but they were warm under the electric blanket. If your head is cold, just pull the blanket higher.
Now to see why the heat died. Be easier to see if I didn't have four kids wanting to know everything I'm doing but it's good that they're interested. The problem's pretty obvious in good light. A large spider seems to have dropped through the heater and wound up on the pilot burner. Baked on spider parts put the pilot out which caused the thermocouple to cool which caused the main gas valve to close and there went the heat. That got some "Yuck!" from my watchers. Just need to scrape this burnt-on residue off the pilot burner and get one brass bristle from a wire brush to use to clear the orifice. The wire brush is in the toolbox in the basement. I'll get this clear then wash my hands and go to the laptop and check the pest control spreadsheet for "spider". I can blow through the pilot tube now so time for clean hands.
To the laptop. Bring up the spreadsheet. Amelia asks if I can search for "spider" so I show them how. There are a three things listed that might work for spiders in that location. Need to check whether we have them. Hat, coat, 'nerd' light, gloves. I'm alone on my trip through the cold to the shed by the barn. Wonder why? We have two of the possibles. I'll take the liquid that doesn't break down to harmful compounds when hot and a small paint brush to paint a stripe around the heater cover.
Back in the house to get the burner assembly. Amelia and Lexi are waiting with coats in hand. Back to the bunkhouse. Not cozy but the ice on the windows is gone. I hold the burner in place and they screw it down. Now to teach them the art of using two wrenches on a pipe union. Paint the line of pest control where the front cover meets the base and a couple of other places. I hold the front cover in place and they screw it down. Gas valve by the heater to the "On" position. Hold the "Light" button in and light the pilot. They'll be learning patience if they do must do this. Neither held the button long enough for the thermocouple to get to operating temperature, but it's done now and the burner is on. The box stove can be left to burn itself out. The additional heat will be welcome to get the inside temperature back up to something comfortable. Amelia had paper and pencil and drew the burner and pilot assembly. I'll explain how the pilot controls the main gas valve when we're back inside.
"Do we have heat, Jack?"
"Yes, Bill. With the remains of the spider cleared from the pilot orifice, the pilot burns and the thermocouple operates the main gas valve. I found the spider nest and sprayed it. There's also a line of that chemical around the entrances to the heater. This shouldn't happen again."
"I'm glad you noticed the problem. Having enough battery capacity to keep the blanket warm all night is good, but today's cloudy sky won't get the batteries charged back up."
"The 'A' team can fix that."
"I know they're pretty good at most things, but didn't know they could make the sun shine."
"Their smiles are close to sunshine, but they know how to use the little charger we built to handle our first solar installation."
"How will you power a battery charger?"
"It's self-powered. Uses an old tiller engine and a 60 amp car alternator. Generating DC directly is a more efficient use of gasoline than running a generator to power an AC-operated battery charger."
"You'll use it to top off the other battery banks also?"
"They will. Other than possibly needing some help getting it started the first time in 26 degree weather, they can do it all. They wrote the instructions for it."
"You're not just making them feel good when you say 'smart girl'. They are smart!"
"Yes, they are. They're also very good workers."
"That I've seen demonstrated."
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"Jack and the 'A' team wash your hands. Breakfast is ready."
"Thanks, Hazel."
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"We charge all the batteries, Daddy?"
"Yes, Amelia. Start with the bunkhouse because the batteries there are most in need of charging, then check the house, the cabin and the barn."
"We can't hear stuff happening around us with the charger running."
"You'll have a tablet with the alert set to beep and vibrate. The adults will be monitoring other tablets. When you have the charger running, go inside that building and monitor the charging progress at the Charge Controller.- where you'll be warm. When charging is complete, check all the cameras before you go back outside. Both of you take FRS radios so we can check that you're still awake…"
"Daddy!"
"And you can tell us if there are problems - with the charging or anything else. The bunkhouse should be warm. The house is warm. Michelle can light the stove in the cabin and Lisa can accompany her. The rule of 'no one outside alone' still applies, so at least in pairs and at least one of you armed, especially when we're making noise that might attract someone unpleasant."
"Even with the sound cover on the charger?"
"It's still louder than the chickens, Alicia."
"They're pretty loud in the morning."
"They're not that loud. You just don't want to get up before the house is warm - which doesn't happen upstairs. The only engines running before today have been either trucks or military vehicles. Seeing military vehicles would probably keep other people away. Seeing trucks delivering anything would probably make some of those people want to know what we have."
"You're scaring me, Daddy!"
"Me too!"
"I'm trying to keep you aware of the possibilities, girls. You more you know…"
"The safer we'll be. I know that, Daddy. It's just scary that it never ends."
"I think we can expect it to end eventually, but that 'eventually' may be a year or more in the future."
"When electricity is back?"
"And when GG-183 has run its course."
"So when there's a lot fewer people?"
"Yes, Alicia. I should ask the Colonel if they have a good estimate of the number of people who have died. My guess would be that we're heading for the smallest population in a century or more."
"Isn't that kinda good? Fewer people to feed?"
"But we started out with far fewer farmers than were active a century ago. Those farmers fed many people because they had big farms and lots of tractors and other equipment that used lots of fuel…"
"But you said no ships were bringing oil and the pipelines need electricity and a lot of the people they need to do the work are dead … and … and ..."
"In my lap, Amelia. Head on my shoulder. You too, Alicia."
"But your shirt…"
"Isn't as important as my kids."
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"Better now?"
"Always better in your lap."
"You want to talk more about the things we can't do anything about yet?"
"No, Daddy. I know from listening to you and Grandpa Joe and Uncle Bill that we'll be OK for food until we can plant and harvest this year. The things with 'USDA' on them said to plant 20 percent more than you think you'll need but all of you plan to plant twice what you think we'll need. We may not have what we want but we won't be hungry."
"We won't be hungry if the weather cooperates - and we might be able to help a few other people. I don't think we'll be taking anyone else in, but we might help someone else get started on another of the farms out here. If they plant things that we don't grow, we could barter when things were ripe."
"Even without stores, we could get things we don't grow or make?"
"I want you to look at the paintings Joe's great grandmother did. They're in the hall by the bedrooms. Then come tell me what stores there were in the little town that's in some of those paintings."
"OK."
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"What's in the paintings?"
"A little school."
"A church."
"A stable and blacksmith shop."
"A little general store."
"A doctor's office over the general store."
"No supermarket?"
'Un uh."
"No Wally World?"
"Un uh."
"So where did people get cheese or shirts or tomatoes?
"Cheese is made from milk, so they made their own?"
"Maybe, Amelia. Or maybe they got it from the neighbor who had more cows and had enough milk to make cheese and butter?"
"Tomatoes from the vine - yours or someone else's?"
"That's good, Alicia."
"The shirt maybe at the general store but Aunt Hazel said most women learned to sew. I know they made their dresses and some clothes for kids, 'cause she showed us some patterns in lots of sizes. Did they make clothes for the men?"
"Very good, Amelia. There were probably some who sewed for men. You think maybe the ones who were the best at sewing could have traded the shirts or dresses for tomatoes or cheese?"
"If they knew who had what."
"Now both of you go look at the picture over the sofa."
"The sign out front has 'Trade Day' on it. Did they get together every week to swap stuff?"
"I don't know how often. Could have been every week. Maybe every other week or maybe once a month. If you read Jenny's 'Family History' you might find mention of how often they went to Trade Day. If you know you'll see someone again, you might offer eggs for tomatoes or a shirt."
"Maybe part of the deal before they make the shirt and the rest after?"
"Unless it was someone they knew well and knew that they could trust."
"Where'd they get the material for the shirt?"
"In an area where they grew cotton or raised sheep, they might have made their own. Otherwise, it would have come from the general store."
"Probably not a lot of colors to choose from. The clothes in these pictures are mostly black or brown or gray."
"That would be correct. Most of the dyes then were natural materials. The modern dyes in strong colors that last through many washings weren't available until after 1855."
"So we'd be in mostly brown and gray if we made our own clothes?"
"No, Alicia. We still have some colorful fabrics and some modern dyes. We'd be OK for a while. If we start making our own fabric at some point in the future, we'd eventually be limited to certain colors for certain uses. Except for the blue dye from indigo, most natural dyes from plants - marigolds, raspberry canes, nettles, goldenrod, Queen Anne's lace, elderberries, some nuts - aren't strong and permanent colors like the ones the clothes you're wearing were dyed with. Many of the natural dyes fade when washed or when in the sun. A color that might work for a tapestry hanging on the wall wouldn't last on a baby's blanket."
"'Cause that blanket gets washed a lot!"
"Correct. When those colors fade, the color that's left might be brown or gray."
"But what would us kids have to trade?"
"You'd have to clear it with one of the adults, but because you will be helping grow and make things, you will have things that you could trade."
"Apples for a doll?"
"Depends on how many apples and whether that doll is for you or your sister's birthday, Amelia."
"'Need' versus 'want', again?"
"Correct. If you're willing to give up your apples so your sister can have a doll for her birthday, then I might consider that a 'need'. Think you can go charge batteries now?"
"Yes, best Daddy ever."
"I'll go with you to get the charger started the first time. You can manage it OK on a warm day, but the engine is harder to start when it's this cold. I think you'll be able to start it after you move it because the engine will still be warm."
"Yes, teacher."
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"Did they remember their books, Jack?"
"Yes, Sarah. Even after needing lap and shoulder time about the scary parts 'never ending'."
"I'd guess that anything unpleasant that lasts a couple of months 'never ends' when you're nine years old."
"And probably worse for the younger ones."
"I think your 'everyone this week' was a good idea and at an opportune time. I've seen several girls whispering to Joe or Bill so I think they're working out their own 'schedules'."
"I've seen some changes in the 'C' team that I did not address and I'm happy with whatever works for all of them."
"For now, this is working. Do you have something up your sleeve for Christmas? I've seen you whispering with Dawkins and Childers at various times."
"Mostly checking on the 'when and if' of snow and not wanting to get the kids' hopes up about a white Christmas."
"Or mine?"
"I think you could manage the disappointment better than most of them. As of this morning, it's still about 50-50 on the snow but the cold is a sure thing. Possibly in the negative numbers after Christmas."
"Should we do anything special for the animals?"
"Move some of the wood to provide windbreaks for the pig pen and the chicken coop. Probably re-stack some hay in the barn to provide some insulation and a windbreak. I'll check with Joe and Bill on what would work best for each type of animal. Be very aware of where our two-legged animals are and how long they're outside for anything."
"You are so bad, Jack! But you're right. Most of these kids have never experienced temperatures that low. Sherry mentioned her brother having frostbitten toes so she has at least some idea of how dangerous cold can be."
"We'll hope that she's aware enough to keep herself safe and caution the other kids but we'll need to ride herd on all of them more than usual."
"Couldn't you rig some type of temperature warning device? Maybe one that has a timer controlled by the temperature and the wind chill? With a button for each kid? I tap the button when they go out and if they're out too long it beeps and flashes that name?"
"I could, but it depends on where they are in the yard. On the shady side of the house it'll be colder than on the sunny side, especially if there's snow on the ground. What we need to know is the temperature of fingers, toes, ears and noses and we'll check those on a regular basis with the electronic thermometer. All of them every thirty minutes if it's below freezing and that time drops ten minutes for each ten degree drop in temperature. The time drops more if the wind is above five miles per hour."
"They won't get out at all if it's near zero?"
"No. I think some of them might need one ten minute experience out in near-zero-degree weather to understand that they do not have Arctic-rated clothing. Most of the adults don't either."
"Most?"
"Hazel and Bill lived well north of here for many years. They've experienced even colder temperatures than what we'll have soon and they have appropriate clothing. Bill's about my size so I can wear his outerwear and gloves. I have my 'Sherlock Holmes' hat with earflaps that will keep my head and ears warm and a balaclava for my face. I also have good socks and boots."
"I guess Hazel's outerwear will mostly fit me but I don't think that Dad has anything for being out in below zero weather."
"Two of five have the gear, so 'most' do not."
"And none of the kids. We'll be doing their outside chores until it warms up?"
"At least until the morning lows are 20 or above. That could be a week or ten days. I hope Dawkins can get some info on what the average winter temperatures will be. We know that the particulate matter blocking the sunlight will affect the growing season but it will also make our winters colder by some amount. I don't think any liberals will be whining about 'global warming' for a long time. Considering the reduced growing season, it's good that Hazel and Bill came here instead of us going there. The growing season there would have been dangerously short for keeping all of us fed next year. The LTS foods from Tim give us a good cushion for the next year but we could be on slim rations if we do not have decent crops."
"You're starting to scare me, Jack."
"Then I'll not share that with the kids unless our crops next year fail to provide enough for the coming winter. They need to know the not-so-good things, just not as soon as the adults."
"Should we be collecting nuts and berries?"
"Probably both. The berries when they are ripe. The nuts now. There are a dozen assorted nut trees on the property. We could take one of the horses and a wagon and collect nuts before they're hidden by the snow. That's a project for all to be involved in and they'll be outside to burn off some of that seemingly limitless energy."
"With Jenny driving the wagon?"
"Of course. We use the skills our kids have whenever possible. I need to see if I can recruit Dawkins and/or Childers for digging the pipe and power trench from the school to the house. The first few inches down can be done with the tiller but the deeper stuff will be by hand. I most definitely do not want to hear an 'Oops!' near the line to the septic tank."
---
Dawkins will bring his experimental remote control unit and help with the trench after lunch. All the kids are out collecting nuts in bushel baskets - and getting lessons on which tree is which from Hazel, Bill and Joe. Very little makes a kid happier than 'grandparent time'.
In the workshop area of the barn, I found pipe, wire and fittings we can use for the school. I'll lay it all out to be sure there's enough of everything. And there is. Measure and mark where the surface-mounted outlets will be in the school. One about a quarter of the way from each end of the trailer will work. Not to code about how close they are, but adequate for what Sarah wants and within the limitations of the parts available. I think the in-house connection for power will be through a standard plug so I can monitor power usage with the Kill-a-Watt - and turn the lights off from inside the house if someone forgets when leaving the trailer.
Sarah's coming out. Guess lunch is ready.
"Jack, go round up the others. Lunch is ready. There's also a message on the radio. The light is flashing red."
"On my way. I'll also tell Dawkins."
"Dawkins, lunch is ready."
"Do you have a message from the Colonel?"
"Sarah said the radio was flashing red."
"Get everyone inside then get headphones and listen. It's important."
"On my way."
What's so important that I have the flashing red 'Message' light and Dawkins is also telling me to listen? Usually it's just one or the other. First, get everyone inside.
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"You're not eating, Jack?"
"Dawkins said this message was important, Sarah, so I'll listen first. I think lunch will still be edibly warm when I get to it."
To the radio. Headphones on. Press 'Message'.
{Jack, as of 0900 local time, the US has a new governing body. The President and VP were arrested for treason this morning, based on testimony from one of the moles your kids identified and from others that he mentioned. At the moment, the Joint Chiefs are in control, with the former minority leader in the Senate to be sworn in as interim President when he and a Supreme Court Justice both get to D.C. The VP will be someone he chose from the House (and the other party) and will also be sworn in today. There will be some limited shortwave broadcasts about this, but most people don't have any way to hear them. The military forces in most countries still have some level of communications and are being notified as well. We'll also tap into most of the world's communication satellites and make the information available there. Dawkins will give you info for the satellite broadcast of the inauguration. The pork-barrel type deals for the new SCADA chips are now history, as are many people who planned to get rich from those deals. Power restoral will be limited by the continuing spread of GG-183 and the lack of people to do the work, but the US has first priority on the new chips, followed by those who will pay in oil and food.
Considering some of the things your kids have accomplished, would you consider a road trip to get some of the oldest ones to the hydro plant nearest you? It's secured and they have a very large stock of SCADA boards. They did a wholesale replacement of the older boards, including all their spares, with newer SMT boards earlier this year. The chips on the older boards are in sockets so hand removal and insertion are feasible. All the hand tools needed are available on-site. I'm guessing that they can probably re-chip a couple hundred boards in three or four days. These boards were originally assembled by teenaged Asian girls, so kids' hands can manage the insertion better than adult hands. There is no requirement that they do this; I'm just aware of how much some of them want to "do" and "help". They do get some rewards - this plant supplies your area. It also supplies where we're encamped. They'll get running water and hot showers and so will "their" soldiers.
The expected re-start time for the plant is three to five days after the boards are re-chipped and changed out. There are a couple of techs available who can swap the boards but neither has small enough hands to do the chip replacement quickly. They can start chip removal and will have the chips loose enough for a finger pull to remove them. That ensures the chips get replaced with the proper one - there are several versions, depending on the specific use. The chips are numbered and color-coded so the only thing to really watch for is orientation of the chip - just match it to the outline on the board - and get all the pins in the right place - very simple with the insertion tool if your hands are small enough to use it.
Let me know if you're willing to let them go work. Tim.}
Considering my earlier concerns about how chip distribution was being handled and the use and abuse of kids, I can't say that I'm surprised by the military-enforced changes in government. The kids will be happy to know that they were responsible for identifying more 'bad guys'. Am I willing to let the kids go that far away? Would I have a mutiny on my hands if they later learned of the opportunity but we hadn't told them? Better talk with Sarah before I mention the offer to them. And get with Dawkins for the satellite broadcast info.
--- "Dawkins…"
"The information is on this card. 2PM local time."
"What's that about, Jack?"
"Joe, we have a new government in the process of being seated. The President and VP were arrested on treason charges earlier today. Kids, one of the moles you identified from the pictures provided part of the evidence that got the President and VP arrested…"
"Really? We did something that made things better for everybody?"
"Yes, Michelle. Better for everybody. The new Pres and VP will be sworn in about an hour from now. It will be broadcast on satellite so the military knows what happened and we have the information to tune in and see it."
"We really did something that changed who's President?"
"Yes, Maddie. This group of kids was brave enough to share what they knew. That meant that the Colonel interrogated someone who told him what other people were doing and he passed that up the military chain of command. In a little while, you'll get to see the results of you being brave."
"Will anybody say that we were part of it? I don't want the blue hats after us again!"
"I don't know if they'll tell where the information came from, Cyndy, but I don't think the blue hats will be bothering anyone now. They won't have the support of the new President and the military knows who they are and where most of them are."
"You were concerned about the SCADA chip distribution, Jack. Any news on that?"
"Joe, the US has priority on the chips being produced, followed by those who can pay in food and oil."
"That's smart! We need both."
"Yes, Amelia. Someone has made choices that are best for the nation."
"Sarah, I need a couple of minutes with you upstairs."
"OK, Jack."
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'Now what?'
'Our older kids have the opportunity to help fix a portion of the grid.'
'How?'
'The nearest plant has some older circuit boards that have the chips in sockets. The boards were originally assembled by teenaged Asian girls so small hands are needed to do the replacement work. If we let them go, they'd travel in an armed convoy and a couple of us would go with them. Tim estimated three or four days to get the work done. The reward is that we'd get power - think running water, long hot showers and no morning "furnace duty" - at least as long as the propane lasts. The kids would also be happy that "their soldiers" got hot showers.'
'You'd let them go on that trip?'
'Could we live with them if they learned about it later and we'd said "No"?'
'You'd better offer them the option. I can probably list who will go and who won't.'
'I can also.'
"Kids."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"The Colonel has asked if the older ones would like to help with getting the power plant nearest us restarted…"
"We can help?"
"How?"
"When?"
"Enough! That plant replaced all their SCADA cards with a newer version earlier this year. The older boards have the chips in sockets so they can easily be upgraded, but there's a problem. The boards were assembled by teenaged Asian girls, so the component placement on the board is too close for adult hands to be able to do the replacements…"
"I'll do it!"
"Me too!"
"Me!"
"Stop! Sorry, Debbie, but this is older kids only. Your hands aren't quite big enough and your fine motor skills aren't yet good enough…"
"You mean like staying inside the lines?"
"Yes. If you don't 'stay inside the lines' with this, it won't work. Older kids, you don't know where this will be or how you'll get there or where you'll sleep or what you'll eat or how long you'll be here or if it will be warm. Maybe you should find out more before you volunteer?"
"You're right, Daddy. But we want the electricity back on!"
"I think I know that, shortstuff. First, remember that not all of you can go. The animals need care and it's difficult for Hazel to do the milking. Whoever is out doing chores will need an armed person with them."
"I'll stay here, Daddy. I'm best with the horses. If Sammy helps me, we can take care of all of them and do the milking."
"Thank you, Jenny. I brought some boards up from an old computer in the basement so I can show you the type of work you'd be doing. Just remember that what you'll be working on at the hydro plant is about half the size of what I'm showing you. After all of you have seen it and tried it, I want you to decide who'd be best at changing chips and who'd be best at keeping the animals cared for and thus keeping all of us fed."
"You'd let us decide that?"
"Yes, Lexi. I think all my kids can make the same type of thoughtful choice that Jenny did. I want you to try changing a chip. Then think about it for a while. Then I'll ask all of you two questions. First is whether any of you should go work on this. Don't answer yet. You need to think about being in a strange place for several days, maybe sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor, not having any of your favorite foods - just what's there, maybe being cold except when you're in your sleeping bag and maybe only having one or two adults if you need lap time. After you've thought about that, if you decide that some of you still want to go, you need to tell me who should go, who should stay and why for each of them."
"That's gonna be hard, Daddy."
"Yes, Charlie, but my kids have already shown me that they can make hard choices. This is just one more thing for you to try."
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Sunday, 19 December, 1:50PM
"Sarah, if you'd get everyone in here. I have the satellite feed for the inauguration patched to the big TV. The countdown is showing ten minutes, so time for all of them to go pee before it starts."
"I'll pull Dad away from his cup of coffee as I go through the kitchen and he can tell Hazel and Bill."
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"I saw him on TV one time."
"Yes, Lisa. That's Senator Harrington. He'll be our new President. The man on the left …"
"I saw his picture on a big sign!"
"Yes, Hannah. He's Representative Bessemer from this District and you saw some of his campaign advertising."
'Good afternoon. I'm Lester Holt and I'm honored to be introducing today's inauguration. The new President and VP have agreed to brief interviews after they are sworn in. We're limited to five minutes with each of them but it should be obvious to everyone that they have a huge task ahead of them to get the country functioning again.'
'Harold Harrington, place your right hand on this Bible and repeat after me…'
"That's a lot to remember and repeat."
"Yes, Celia. But there'll be many more things to remember as he does his job everyday."
'Paul Bessemer, place your right hand on this Bible and repeat after me…'
"That's it? They just say those words and they're in charge?"
"There's more to it than that, Jenny. There's a succession for replacing the President. First the Vice President, then the Speaker of the House…"
"We know he's gone."
"Yes, Lexi. He's gone along with the other people in 'normal' succession. There aren't a lot of experienced people from the Senate or the House who survived GG-183. The military looked at all of them and chose the ones they thought had best represented the people who elected them. That's these two. Shh. They're starting the interviews."
'Mr. President, I understand that there are still some National Security issues, but how did you find out about all the people who've recently been removed from office?'
'Lester, we had great help from a former member of the military who was himself a victim of the conspiracy. Thanks, Jack.'
'Jack who?'
'Sorry, Lester. He knows who he is and history may reveal him to future generations but I'll respect his request for anonymity.'
"Daddy! You're the 'Jack' he talked about!"
"That's possible, Amelia."
"No, that is!"
"Shh. There's more."
'Mister Vice President. I heard a comment from you earlier about "brave children". Can you tell us more?'
'I'll only tell you a little, Lester. A group of the children who were used by the conspiracy are now living in my home state with their adoptive parents. These children worked with the military to identify military, political and religious leaders they'd seen at some of the functions where they were used. Some of these children were injured and almost killed. Others were the target of attacks by European military forces - whose bodies have since been returned to France and Germany, along with some very pointed warnings. Even with attempts on their lives, these kids told what they knew to help stop moles even the CIA didn't know about. Thank you, "A" team and your siblings.'
'Are they from your home District?'
'That's something not even my wife knows. These kids have been through much and we should make the remainder of their childhood as peaceful and "normal" as possible.'
'That's the end of our presentation. Good day.'
"He was talking about us! Amelia and Alicia are the 'A' team!"
"Yes, Maddie. He identified you in a way we would understand but that most of the world would not. What all of you did was important to keeping many people safe and he wanted you to know how much they appreciated it."
"I appreciate it too, kids. Every time I go in the kitchen and it's brightly lit by that solar tube. That's another of the ways someone has said 'Thank you'."
"And the steaks and our new school."
"Yes, Lexi. Many things. Have all of you thought about who wants to go and who wants to stay here and who can do the best with the jobs at each place?"
"Yes, Poppa. Here's our list of people, where they should be and why."
"Thank you, very organized Sherry. You, Jenny, Lexi and Sammy are staying here. I like your reasons. Crissy, Charlie, Amelia, Alicia, Michelle and Lisa are going. I also like your reasons. I'll tell the Colonel and he can set up transport for the six of you and two adults."
"You and Momma? 'Cause you're so good at figuring out how to make things work and this is important?"
"Yes, Charlie. I also like your reasons. I'll tell the Colonel now."
To the radio. PreSel 407.
{This is Jack Wilson. Is the Colonel available?}
{This is Watson. Two minutes.}
{I'm here, Jack. I'll guess you have an answer on "small hands".}
{I do, Tim. We have twelve small hands willing to go. The others will be staying here to care for the animals and do other chores. It was their choice of who goes and who stays and their list of reasons. What do they need to take and when do we leave?}
{You're going with them?}
{They requested Sarah and me. Just keeping them happy. Happy kids get more done.}
{I'll never argue with you about what's best for the kids. Bring whatever they need in clothes and sleepwear for three or four days. If they don't finish in that time, there should still be enough good cards to get one or two generators running again and there aren't enough people left to need more than that for a while. We'll provide food; some canned, some freeze-dried, some MRE's - I remember the 'C' team attacking that pancakes and bacon breakfast MRE with gusto. Bring books or dolls or stuffed animals or whatever for their free time. I don't think they should be working more than six hours a day and maybe not that long. If they get tired and make mistakes, they've been at it too long and we'll shorten the work sessions and the work day as needed. Let me know who's coming and I'll include 'their soldier' in the convoy troops, if possible.}
{I scanned their list. I'll send it.}
Thumb drive in the slot. Display has "15GB free". Press "SendImages". Done.
{Are you sure these kids are only nine? I've had troops who weren't this logical or this well organized. I think this might be an item we could use for training.}
{When do we leave and what are we traveling in?}
{We'll leave as soon as you can be ready. You'll be traveling in a Cougar but with seats from the bus and a bucket with a toilet seat in the corner. Not much different from the bus except for the safety level.}
{Give us an hour.}
{We'll be there.}
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Sunday, 19 December, 3:30PM
"Working girls. Need you down here now."
"Yes, Daddy."
"The Colonel thinks we may be there three or four days. He didn't mention showers or sleeping arrangements so pack clothes - including socks and underwear - for five days. Remember sleepwear. I got the good sleeping bags down from the attic. Two of you can share a bag and you'll be warmer. He didn't mention how they plan to heat the spaces we'll be in. I have the kerosene heater and ten gallons of fuel. You can't do fine work if your hands are cold. Take your weapons. You're 'outside' the house so you arm up for being 'outside'. We may be eating military food…"
"Yuck!"
"Not all of it is as bad as the creamed chipped beef you wanted to try straight out of the can, Alicia."
"It was lots better when you got done with it."
"I also asked Hazel to pack some 'treats'…"
"Chocolate chip cookies!"
"Brownies!"
"I don't know, little chocoholics. She handed me a sealed box and said not to open it until after supper."
"No samples?"
"No samples, Charlie. Even with that pouty face and those fake tears."
"You read us too good!"
"That's my job. I'm a Daddy."
"Best Daddy ever!"
"Yeah!"
"Still no samples, 'A' team. You'll just be dreaming and drooling all the way there."
"You have books for bedtime stories?"
"Yes, Lisa. Hopefully more books than the number of nights we plan to be there."
"If it's one of the really good books, you could read it more than once."
"Crissy, I hear your 'I'll listen to anything if I can snuggle'."
"He does read us too good, Charlie."
"Go lay out what you plan to take on your bed. I'll be by to help you pack so it all fits in the backpacks I put out for you to use."
"Why backpacks?"
"If something happens and we must walk back home, they're easier to carry than a bag."
"You think something bad is gonna happen?"
"No, Michelle. I'm just planning as I always do when I'll be away from my home base for more than a few hours."
"OK."
"Get your things out. I'll be up to help you pack in ten minutes. The Colonel will be here in less than an hour. Move it."
"Sir. Yes, sir."
"'Sir. Yes, sir', Alicia?"
"You're sounding all military again."
"I'm thinking 'all military' because I want my kids to be safe."
"That sounds like an 'I love you'."
"It might be."
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"What's this thing?"
"That's a LifeStraw, Amelia. It's a small water filter that allows you to drink water from all kinds of sources that might not be safe to drink from without some processing. It's good for about 50 gallons which is more than we're likely to need unless we walk back."
"But you still want us to have drinkable water."
"Yes. Along with waterproof matches to start a fire, a whistle and a mirror to signal with - although some of you might be using it to look pretty for 'your soldier'…"
"Daddy!"
"Don't yell at him, Lisa. It's true for one or two of us."
"Oops!"
"What's this?"
"That's a day's worth of meals for an adult, Maddie. Possibly two or three days for one of you. There are more things that I'll tell you about as we travel but for now I'll show you how to get the most clothes in the least space and I'll put all the goodies in the outside pockets of the backpacks. Also take a second pair of shoes."
"My sneakers are getting kinda ratty."
"Put that on your Christmas list."
"Guess it can't hurt."
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Sunday, 19 December, 4:25PM
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
Four vehicles. Two Cougars. Humvee with a .50 in front. Humvee with a .50 in the back and it’s pulling a fuel trailer.
"We gotta ride in that? The benches are hard!"
"It's a little better this time, Michelle. It has seats from the bus and a bucket with a toilet seat in the corner."
"Better seats. But the bucket's not much different from what was on the bus."
"That's true, Lisa, but it's much safer than the bus. All of you go try now and maybe you won't be using the bucket?"
"I'm going!"
"Me too!"
"Me!"
"Is it as loud as the bus?"
"It may be louder, Alicia. Pass out these earplugs to everyone. You can probably sleep if you use them."
"It's a long trip?"
"Two or three hours. Long enough that a nap would help the time go faster. If you're sleeping on the floor tonight, a nap now might be good."
"Un huh!"
'That was well done, Mr. Wilson. They went down much easier than if you'd said "Take a nap".'
'Thank you, Mrs. Wilson. I also plan to take advantage of the reclining seat and nap. It never hurts to be well-rested when you enter an unfamiliar area.'
'Then I shall join you.'
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Sunday, 19 December, 7:10PM
We're slowing and turning. This vehicle is a safe place but it gets an "F" on visibility to the outside when buttoned up. I picked each girl up once so she could look out as we traveled and there wasn't much to see out here - just miles and miles of miles and miles. About two and a half hours to get here - that's what I expected. The girls each slept about an hour. That's a good start on an evening in unfamiliar surroundings.
Knock! Knock!
"You awake, Jack?"
"Yes, Tim. All of us got naps so the kids are OK if up a little later than usual or if they're sleeping on the floor."
"I was told the accommodations are a little better than that. There's a diesel generator that can provide light and heat if fueled which is why we brought the trailer."
"I thought you'd be feeding these beasts."
"The 330HP Cat diesel is reasonably efficient and the vehicle carries a lot of fuel. Highway range is 600 miles."
"Much better than I expected."
"Surprised me the first time I read the specs on it. Crew of two up front and ten fully equipped soldiers in the back. That space worked OK for 8 bus seats?"
"It did, Tim. Need to get the kids inside or to an outhouse. They all went before we left but none were willing to use the bucket when there might be better options if they waited."
"Follow Watson. He'll get you inside by flashlight and we'll get the generator fueled and running. That may take a while with it so cold."
"Can of starting fluid in the back of the Cougar."
"You don't miss anything, do you?"
"Not much. Especially where my family is involved."
"Watson has the door open. He has extra flashlights. My people can bring the packs in."
"Girls, get your masks and gloves on and follow Watson to the bathroom."
"Do we hafta wear the masks and gloves?"
"You're in an area with a high GG-183 infection rate. Masks and gloves for all of us."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Am I one of those girls, Mr. Wilson?"
"If you want to be, Mrs. Wilson. I might just go behind that oak tree and make some yellow ice."
"Jack!"
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"A kerosene heater and the kero for it, Jack?"
"Cold hands can't do detailed work."
"I can't argue with that. Jack, this is Greg Poulous and this is Shawn McGee. They're the surviving techs here."
"Greg, Shawn. I'm Jack Wilson and if you say 'Mr. Wilson' I won't answer because I'll be looking behind me to see where my father is."
"OK, Mi… Jack. We'll show you the bunk area - we're equipped to keep a crew on-site for three weeks - and then the workshop. Even with the diesel generator running, the workshop will be cold because it's just too big to heat with the power available from the standby gen."
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"This bunk area is better than I expected. We all have sleeping bags and I had cautioned them that they might be sleeping on the floor."
"Five years ago that would have been true but then one of the high mucky-mucks was here during a flash flood and had to sleep on the floor and eat from the vending machines for three days. Now we have bunks, a small kitchen and a stock of LTS foods."
"Sounds good. Show me the workshop."
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"The space is this big so we can move any piece of equipment in here for repair. It's hard to heat a space that's 50 feet long, 30 feet wide and 30 feet high."
"Where would the kids be working?"
"At the electronics benches on this wall."
"There are three workstations on each bench so the total is maybe 25 feet?"
"Actually 24, but you're closer than anyone else has ever been."
"How big are those tarps?"
"About 20 by 30."
"Then get me two dozen 12 foot 2 by 4's, some explosive concrete anchors about three or three and a half inches long, some ten penny nails and a hammer or a drill and some two and three inch screws. And a couple of step ladders."
"But…"
"Greg, he can probably have this done before he can explain it to you without drawing lots of pictures."
"Yes, Colonel. Shawn, I'll need help with the cart."
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"First, wrap the end of the tarp around two end-to-end 2 by 4's like this. This goes on the wall at this level. Now do the same for the next tarp. It goes on the wall four inches higher. Now build an L-wall out from the benches. Bring the lower tarp over it and down to the floor and hold it in place with more 2 by 4's. Now bring the upper tarp over this one and attach it to the intermediate 2 by 4's."
"You built a double-wall tent in less than an hour!"
"My kids can't do fine work with cold hands. Tim, if someone could bring in the kero heater…"
"On the cart by the door, Jack, along with the kero. This space is so big that ventilation won't be an issue."
"Correct. Do need an exhaust vent at the closed end. When power is up, a small fan can move the heat throughout this smaller space."
"And we have light."
"Mi… Jack, there are three floor fans at that end of the workshop."
"The smallest one will be fine, Greg."
Fill and light the heater well away from the work area. Let it get stable. Wasn't I doing this a month or so ago? Roll it to the far end of the covered space. Aim the fan at the ceiling to move the warm air down.
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"We'll be working in here, Daddy?"
"Yes, Amelia. As soon as we get lighting in place."
"This is the warmest place I've found yet."
"Me too, Daddy!"
"You have twins?"
"No, Shawn. Distant cousins that I adopted - but they are almost identical."
"We even have matching moles…"
"Amelia! TMI."
"Sorry, Daddy."
"Now I'll be wondering where those moles are. Lighting we can handle. There's a fixture on an articulated arm at each workstation and we can run trouble lights with a bulb every ten feet to have overhead lighting."
"Run two of those, staggered by five feet so there's a bulb every five feet."
"Will do."
"These are what we're working on, Daddy?"
"Yes, Alicia."
"They are about half the size of the one you showed us at home. I can reach things OK but I don't think you could."
"Which is why I asked my tribe of small hands who should come here and who should stay and do chores."
"You have more kids?"
"Three more girls with us. Eleven more girls and a boy at home. Eight of the girls are too young to help here. They do have chores at home, such as feeding and watering the chickens and collecting eggs. The older kids that stayed home are the ones who best handle the horses, cows and pigs"
"That sounds like 1850!"
"More like 1920 without commercial electricity. Wood-burning convection furnace. LP for cooking. Limited solar panels and batteries for a little electricity. Small gasoline tractor, diesel backhoe, frontloader and bigger tractor. Maybe enough stored fuel for planting and harvest this year."
"The older kids are caring for the younger ones while you're here?"
"They will as needed, but three of the grandparents are staying with us. The kids have excellent adult care."
"Jack?"
"Yes, Tim?"
"Could I get you and Sarah to create supper? My troops haven't had a good meal since the last time Hazel cooked for them - the biscuits still get mentioned - and I'm sure Greg and Shawn might like something other than their own scrounging."
"We've been out of fuel for the gen for weeks so we've been boiling water over a wood fire to mix up something from a can."
"I heard that, Jack. Crissy, Lisa, Michelle. This is where you'll be working tomorrow."
"At least it's warm!"
"Your Daddy told you that cold fingers can't do fine work. You knew he'd come up with something."
"He always does, Momma. He's the best Daddy ever!"
"Maybe just the best one you know, Crissy."
"That's true, but it still makes you the best Daddy ever in my life!"
"Are all your kids this sharp?"
"They all have their moments."
"Would my kids like to go create supper from what we can find?"
"YES!"
"They like to cook?"
"They like to eat. They love the unique things Jack comes up with. 'Creating' with him is a real treat for them."
"Would you consider adopting me? This sounds like a great family to be part of."
"Sorry, Greg. You're a little old for adoption. You could go cook if you want to."
"Me too?"
"Yes, Shawn. The girls may just have the two of you getting down the things they can't reach."
"That's OK. It still sounds like fun."
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"Colonel, if you'll send half your troops in now? I think there are enough seats for half of them and half of our tribe at a time."
"Yes, Ma'am. I've been watching the ones in the hallway sniffing and drooling. I have no idea what they cooked but it smells so good no one cares what it's called."
'He's gonna sit by you, Lisa.'
'Is my hair OK?'
'Like you could do anything with it now.'
"Hi, Lisa."
"Hi, Mr. Watson!"
"You seem very happy tonight."
"She has a crush on you."
"Michelle!"
"That's OK, Lisa. I'm flattered that you like me that much, even if I am old enough to be your father."
"You don't look old or act old."
"No, I don't. I don't feel 'old' either. That's something that runs in my family. When I was your age, my great grandfather looked about the same as I do now."
"Wow!"
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"What is this, Jack? I didn't know anything in the LTS foods was this good!"
"'Expedient Eggplant Parmesan', Tim."
"Can't be. Eggplant slices are thick, soggy, greasy things that you don't want in your mouth. This is thin, light and crisp."
"It is eggplant. Found some dehydrated slices in cans. Used something other than just water to rehydrate them, then a very thin and very sharp knife to split each slice into two slices. The slices are dipped in a batter of egg, flour and some spices, and then fried to a crisp golden brown. Tomato sauce is canned but with baby mushrooms and some spices added. The cheese is several varieties but flavored with some Parmesan cheese and associated herbs and spices. The pasta was cooked in water with a little rosemary added. Just some LTS foods and a few herbs and spices."
"And a huge helping of imagination! Greg and Shawn were making notes?"
"Yes. And asking questions. And they're in luck. There's a copy of the spice cookbook that has some of my recipes in the cabinet by the fridge."
"That has to be worth it's weight in gold!"
"Maybe its weight in SCADA chips?"
"You're bad, Jack! But the squad that just went out into the cold went out smiling. You're spoiling my troops."
"But you don't get to eat like this unless they do."
"Which is why I complain but do nothing else. Don't bother with the dishes, Jack. My troops won't object to a little KP after tonight's meal."
"OK, Tim. I'd like to let the kids get comfortable in their new bunks for a while before I call 'Lights Out'. First, a story. Then goodnight kisses. Then some 'giggle' time. Then lights out."
"Whatever keeps them happy and wanting to work."
"Kids. Jammies, brush, floss. Then a story."
"Yes, Daddy. You'll show us what we're doing in the morning?"
"Greg and Shawn will show you what you're to do. I think they mentioned several different types of boards and it might go faster if each of you just worked on one type of board until all of those boards are done."
"We get fast at things we do over and over - like making rain barrels and installing the little water heaters."
"Correct, Alicia. I think the same may be true for the work that is needed here. We'll know more in the morning."
"I liked cooking with you again, Daddy. And the soldiers just kept talking about how good it was!"
"I enjoyed having my kids cook with me, Amelia. I'm sure this was different from the quick meals that the soldiers' cook does most of the time. I doubt that he has the book or all the spices."
"Or the imagination. You think different from other people."
"Is that good or bad, Crissy?"
"Good, except when you catch us doing something we didn't think you'd know about."
"I don't remember 'catching' any of you recently."
"I think we've all decided it's too much work to try to hide something from you - unless it's like the birthday party and Momma is part of it."
"Your mother does manage things very well."
"I heard that remark, Mr. Wilson."
"I thought you would, Mrs. Wilson. I am sitting across from a mirror."
"Jack!"
"In your bunks, girls. Time for hugs and kisses."
"Yes!"
Even after their nap, they're all down and getting still 30 minutes before their usual bedtime. That's good. They're tired from riding. The better seats help but the Cougar still rides like a big truck. And they won't sleep as well on a strange bed. Set my alarm, kiss my wife goodnight and then turn in myself. I anticipate some early risers in uniforms in the morning.
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Monday, 20 December, 5:40AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. I'm surprised that I've not heard any activity inside. Up and to the bathroom. I can flush! Get dressed and see who might be up.
"You're up, Jack."
"Morning, Tim. I was surprised at the quiet."
"My people on the inside are on the far side of the building. They wouldn't chance waking you and losing the opportunity to ask you and the kids to cook for them again."
"Have they had breakfast?"
"Not yet. They decided that if you weren't up by 0630, they'd dig out MRE's."
"Then let me wake my tribe and get them dressed. They enjoyed cooking last night and I think they might be willing to do that once or twice more. No promises on what we might fix."
"Anything better than an MRE will be gladly accepted. Another meal like last night and they'll be carrying all of you around the building singing 'For He's a Jolly Good Fellow'."
"I can live without their singing. I've heard then out marching. They have rhythm and volume, but that's also how you describe a drum."
"I'll have to remember that one, Jack! Go wake your tribe and see if they're willing to cook again."
"Hi, Sarah."
"Nice wake up, Jack! You're already working?"
"About to. The troops have asked if we'd cook breakfast."
"I'm in."
"I thought you would be. I'll wake the girls and ask them."
"Hi Amelia."
"Hi, Daddy! Nice wake up! You have a question on your face."
"I'll ask when all the others are awake."
"I'll help cook."
"You read me too well, shortstuff. Hi, Alicia."
"Hi, Daddy. Nice wake up, as usual."
"Hi, Charlie."
"Hi, Daddy! Nice wake up. Do we get to cook again today?"
"I'll answer that in a minute. Hi, Maddie."
"Hi, Daddy! Nice wake up. Can we cook again?"
"I'll answer in a minute. Hi, Lisa."
"Hi, Daddy! Nice wake up."
"Hi, Michelle."
"Hi, Daddy! Nice wake up."
"I have a request from the Colonel's troops…"
"We cook breakfast?"
"Yes."
"Let's do it!"
"Not in your jammies and socks, Amelia."
"Oops."
"Go pee. Wash your hands. Change clothes."
"Going."
---
"What do we have to work with, girls?"
"Oatmeal."
"Cinnamon."
"Peanut butter."
"The 'COP' surprise?"
"Yes!"
"Do you remember how many total we're cooking for?"
"Un huh."
"Double the oatmeal for that many people."
"But not the cinnamon."
"Or the peanut butter."
"Water is on and oatmeal is in. Who's stirring?"
"Maddie and me."
"Maybe we should call this M & M oatmeal?"
"Daddy!"
"Ready for the cinnamon?"
"Yes. Half and stir. Then half the peanut butter and stir. Then the other half of the cinnamon and stir. And the rest of the peanut butter and stir."
"Will they want coffee?"
"The urn is brewing, Charlie. It should be ready about the time the oatmeal is. There's also hot water so my chocoholics can have hot chocolate."
"Chocolate? We forgot to check the box Aunt Hazel packed!"
"Later, maybe after lunch or after supper. Not now."
"Yes, Daddy."
---
"I'm not sure what I smell, Jack, but it smells good."
"Something the kids like. I hope your 'kids' also like it, Tim."
"If it doesn't remind them of an MRE they'll be happy."
"Oatmeal?"
"Not like you've had before, Mr. Watson."
"You're sure about this, Lisa?"
"Un huh. It's good!"
"On your recommendation, I'll try one bite."
"Well?"
"You're right. It's good! Sit here and tell me how you make this."
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'Michelle, I see that look. Don't say anything. You've also found an adult outside the family that you like to be with occasionally.'
'Yes, Daddy. I just heard so much "You got a boyfriend" on the buses when someone wasn't mean to me that I'm in the habit of saying something I probably shouldn't say.'
'I'll remind you if you need reminding. I think you'll probably be OK most of the time. Your friend is in this group. Go talk with him.'
'I love you too, Daddy.'
---
"Jack, the Colonel said he'd have his troops doing KP. I certainly won't argue when the dishes include bowls with dried-on oatmeal."
"Then come keep the girls company while they work, Sarah."
"OK."
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Monday, 20 December, 8:10AM
"Look, Daddy!"
"Crissy, stop spinning the stool!"
"But it's fun!"
"But it can make you dizzy. If you fall off the stool, I can guarantee it will hurt when you hit the floor."
"But I won't fall."
"Then you let go of the seat and I'll pick you up. Now stand here."
"The room is moving too much. I gotta sit down."
"Is the room still moving?"
"Un huh."
"But you're sitting on the concrete floor."
"It doesn't move?"
"No."
"Then I'm glad you got me out of the seat before I let go. I won't do it again, Daddy."
"And your sisters probably won't either after seeing how you wobbled when you were trying to stand."
"Ballerinas spin without getting dizzy!"
"But they've learned how to do that. Their bodies spin but their heads don't. She watches one point in front of her as far as her neck will turn, then she snaps her head around to that place again. It's not the same as your head spinning continuously. And it's something you must practice. Think you can stand up now?"
"Hold my hand?"
"Yes."
"The room's not moving now. That was scary."
"Ready to listen to the proper way to do this work?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Other girls?"
"Yes, Daddy."
---
"They're yours, Greg."
"I'll show you what we'll be doing with these pictures. First you put on the anti-static strap…"
"Like when we did the cameras, Daddy?"
"Yes, Amelia. Same type strap and for the same reason."
"And why were you wearing one of these?"
"Me and Alicia. We were adding IR sensors to the cameras in the surveillance system. It was a good thing 'cause the drones came in with firebombs that night."
"Jack, I don't think we can do this if the kids are going to be telling wild tales."
"Greg."
"Yes, Colonel?"
"Not wild tales. The drones were real and putting firebombs on the house next door to them. Amelia was shooting the drones down with a shotgun. Think skeet shooting after dark."
"But they're just kids!"
"Most of them have been in an active shooting engagement with raiders or foreign soldiers in the last couple of months. If they say something has happened, it has happened."
"But…"
"No buts. You're here because Shawn wanted you to get experience teaching. You get one more chance. Screw that up and you're outside and on foot."
"Yes, sir."
---
"Amelia, can you explain our surveillance system to Greg?"
"Daddy's really good with computers and all the cameras and motion sensors and stuff go to a computer that has its own solar power setup and we get alerts on the tablets…"
---
Poor Greg. He just got broadsided by a nine year old who knows more about surveillance electronics than he does. That's OK. His ego needed a bit of a trim. They also surprised him with logical questions about how many of each type board and how many chips on each board. I think the girls may need a little help seating some of the chips completely. Sarah and I can check each board as it's finished and do any extra pressing needed. Each girl has chosen a type of board to work on. There are large numbers of two types and lesser numbers of the other four types. Each girl will start on one type of board. The ones working on the boards in the "lesser" groups will switch to one of the boards in the "large" groups when that "lesser" group of boards is finished. Greg absolutely did not expect Amelia's comment of "We get faster as we do more." Nor did he expect how quickly the lesser types are being done. Five of those boards per hour per girl. That's 20. Only four boards of the larger groups per hour per girl but each board has more chips on it. That's still another eight boards per hour, so 28 boards each hour. I think Tim said a couple hundred boards? At their current rate, they'll turn out 168 boards in six hours today. That means they could reach or pass 300 boards by the end of the day tomorrow. I don't think we'll be here "three or four days".
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Monday, 20 December, 10:10AM
"Jack?"
"Yes, Shawn?"
"Let me apologize for Greg's lack of tact. He's new and got out of training just as everything was going in the crapper. We've heard some incredible stories from people wanting to get refuge here. It should be obvious that kids the military recruited to help are probably not your typical kids and that they've probably survived many things but seeing the obvious is not one of Greg's strong points."
"I think he's had his ego trimmed a bit today. Some of the girls know more about surveillance electronics than he does. The fact that one of them reads 'How Things Work' as though it were an adventure novel probably makes a difference…"
"I wish I'd seen that!"
"At the moment, one girl is working on each of the board types as her project. Together, the smaller boards are being re-chipped at 20 boards per hour and the larger boards at eight boards an hour…"
"What?"
"Go count. Sarah and I are doing an 'insurance' press on the new chips as some of the sockets seem tighter than others and the girls don't get a full seat on all of them."
---
"You're correct on the numbers. And all the boards have the right chips on them and they're all oriented correctly. I should apologize to the Colonel. I originally told him I'd take anyone that was willing to come here but I balked when he suggested having kids do the work. Their small hands and strong concentration have made them more productive than I would have dreamed. At the rate they're working, they'll have enough boards to get one or two generators up for testing in another hour or two and all the boards finished tomorrow. He really did know what he was talking about!"
"They've been going about an hour and I'll be imposing a break on them before they get tired enough to make mistakes. Their grandmother or great aunt, depending on the kid, put together a box of treats for them before we left the house yesterday. I'll stop them, get them something to drink and let them each choose from the box of snacks. I don't know what's in it because she handed me a taped box and said they couldn't open it until they got here. That got lost in the fun of cooking last night so now might be a good time for a treat."
"Last night was definitely one of the best meals I've had in a long time. You did it with the stuff we have on hand?"
"Yes. Plus the 'How to Use Spices' cookbook in the cabinet by the fridge."
"Definitely some required reading for me tonight. Tell them to take a break. I expected it would be the end of the first day before they had this many boards re-chipped. I'd still be happy if they quit for the day."
"They wouldn't be happy. I try to keep them in check but most of them are asking to 'do' or 'help' in every other sentence."
---
"Kids, break time. You may open the box Hazel sent..."
"Yes!"
"But only one item for each of you."
"But what if it's caramel popcorn?"
"It will be wrapped in single serve balls."
---
"Daddy, can you cut the tape? It's wrapped up really snug."
"Maybe Hazel suspected someone would try to filch something before you got here? I only see six guilty faces. It's open."
"Brownies!"
"Chocolate chip cookies!"
"Apples! Cut it for me, Daddy?"
"Yes, Maddie. Your mother mixed a pitcher of milk if you'd like something to drink with your snack."
"Thank you. Momma."
'How many pieces did Amelia carve that brownie into?'
'I think eight. I said "one item" so she plans to make it last.'
'And she'll lick the plate clean.'
'Of course. The crumbs are still chocolate.'
---
"Girls, Shawn is very pleased with how you divided the work and found an efficient way to get things done. He things they might get one generator back online today for testing."
"Today? I thought they said three or four days."
"Three or four days was the estimate, Michelle, but those estimating weren't using small hands that can do the work faster or smart kids who can find better ways of doing the work. You might have all the boards finished tomorrow."
"Really?"
"I said 'might', Lisa. I made you stop for a break. I'll make you stop for lunch. I'll make you stop for a break in the afternoon. If we see mistakes being made because you're tired, I'll stop you for the day and we'll make the work sessions shorter and maybe reduce the number of hours you work in a day."
"But…"
"No buts, Charlie. If you're so tired you make mistakes, you've been working too long. No arguments."
"Yes, Daddy. Can we go back to work now?"
"Are you able to?"
"Yes, we can walk. Have we been stopped long enough? May we go back to work?"
"You may. Continue to do the patient and careful work that you were doing earlier. Shawn was very impressed that all the boards were done correctly. Remember that any board that's not done correctly takes twice as long because it must be done again. Getting it right the first time is always faster than doing it in less time but incorrectly and then having to do it over."
"Yes, Daddy."
---
"Jack, Shawn was telling me how fast and how accurate the girls are."
"Tim, each one created her own 'assembly line' and is only doing one type of board. They quickly get proficient at doing a single set of operations. It helps that their hands fit in the spaces available."
"I mentioned the 'reward' of hot showers. There are some other rewards and some incentives for getting things done quickly. I didn't mention either before because I thought this should be something the kids 'wanted' to do, not something they felt they 'should' do to help the family. They're already ahead of the timetable for the incentives. You have another 5000 gallons of propane, 2000 gallons of treated gas and 3000 gallons of treated diesel. I don't know where you'll put it but there's another tandem semi heading your way. LTS food, seeds, fertilizer, clothing for kids of all ages - through high school - and some for adults, including serious winter gear for all of you."
"I'm not sure where we have space to park the trailers but the fertilizer will be essential if we get fallout and must scrape away the topsoil."
"I think 'no space' is a good problem to have. There may be another hydro plant in similar shape to this one. It's more distant - day and a half to get there. And it's larger - probably twice as many boards. It's a big plant and was constructed with population growth in mind. They've never had more than half their generators online and it's obvious they won't need even half than many in the foreseeable future. If you go, don't do more than half of the boards - it'll likely be 20 years before they need even that many. The kids might be needed elsewhere and there's no point in burning them out for something that will not be used…"
"If those boards could be used elsewhere, having the kids re-chip all of them would be good use of their time when they're up to speed from doing the first 20 or so of each type board."
"There you go shooting me down with logic again. You're right, Jack. If they go, getting all the boards repaired would effectively get another plant online without them going there."
"Boards from that next plant could be re-chipped and passed on as well. If we had workstations set up in one of the Quonset huts, the kids could do the work at home. The removed boards would detour by there on their way to the next plant."
"The FEMA director is gone. I don't know whose salary you get for this idea but I'll be passing it up the line. You'd need light and heat out there."
"A solar installation for light. We have plenty of wood, so a wood stove for heat. I could use tarps and 2 by 4's to build the same type double-walled structure inside a Quonset hut."
"Don't mention the other plant to the kids until after Christmas. Let them be kids when they can. Your request for Christmas is in progress. Details as they become available."
"Thanks, Tim."
"No, thank you, Jack. You rescued some kids that no one else wanted and now they're becoming essential to the nation's recovery. I don't know what you saw in them, but it's obvious to me that you recognize the future of our nation when you see it."
---
"Daddy, this is last of this type board."
"Good work, Crissy. When Amelia puts the board she's working on back in its box, get her to help you configure your workstation to do the boards she's working on."
"Yes, Daddy."
"I heard that exchange, Jack. We'll have two girls working on the largest group of boards?"
"Yes, Shawn, and at a rate of four boards per hour per girl."
"That's so much faster than the estimates."
"The people doing the estimating didn't know there were workers who ended their break by asking 'Have we been stopped long enough?'"
"You adjust the work and break times to keep them that enthusiastic. I'm beyond pleased with what they've accomplished. If the generators were running, I say take them swimming but the pool is too cold without the heaters running."
"A heated pool?"
"Our Olympic-sized dump for extra energy when a large segment of the grid goes idle without warning. We temporarily use the pool heaters as load while we scale back power production on one or more generators. It's an 'eco-friendly' solution as we're not heating river water and possibly cooking fish - which could never happen with a temperature rise of three degrees in running water - but the pool is a nice bonus in winter."
"They'd love that. I've already had questions about where they could swim on the farm where we're now living. The best we have is a roped off section of the pond in the pasture - when it gets warm enough."
"They might have a warm pool later today or in the morning."
"We didn't bring swimsuits."
"If they and you are OK with it, swimwear is optional. There's a ten foot privacy fence which also keeps people from falling into the pool when they're drunk. - that's actually on the liability insurance paperwork. I'll tell you first if we use the pool heaters during testing and you tell me if you plan to use it. I don't want to offer it to the Colonel's troops if your kids are in it."
"Thanks, Shawn."
---
Monday, 20 December, 11:50AM
"Finish the board you're working on girls and we'll go eat lunch."
"We're not cooking, Daddy?"
"No, Lisa. Greg and Shawn are trying something from the 'spices' cookbook."
"It should be at least OK if they followed the directions. If it's one of your recipes, it'll be great."
"We'll know soon."
---
"Kids, the first generator is running and is seems to be fine. We'll do some testing and let you know."
"Yes!"
'Jack, we're loading the gen with the pool heaters. The pool should be warm enough in 30 minutes if you want to use it. Towels in the bathrooms on your way to the pool. Don't worry about how many towels you use. We have laundry facilities and plenty of power to run them.'
'Thanks, Shawn. The ones who want to be in the pool will be there in 30 minutes.'
'Let me know when you leave and I'll tell the Colonel that the pool's available.'
'Will do.'
--- 'Sarah, they have an Olympic-size swimming pool with heaters that they use for testing the generators and as a dump when the load on the grid drops. They're using it for testing now, so the water will be warm in about 30 minutes.'
'We don't have swimsuits, Jack.'
'There's a ten foot privacy fence. Swimwear is optional if we and the girls are OK with that. I'll tell Shawn when we leave the pool and he'll tell the Colonel it's available for his troops.'
'Then let's get the girls back to the bunkroom and tell them. What about towels?'
'In the bathrooms on the way to the pool. The kids can also get showers on their way to and from the pool. If they have towels, I'll assume they have soap and shampoo.'
"Girls, need you in the bunkroom for a few minutes before we go elsewhere."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Part of the testing they do is putting a known amount of load on the generator by using the heaters for their big swimming pool…"
"We can swim?"
"Let me finish. The pool will be warm enough to be comfortable in another ten minutes. We didn't know there'd be a heated pool, so we didn't pack swimsuits…"
"Yuck!"
"However, the pool has a ten foot privacy fence around it if you want to go skinny-dipping…"
"Yes!"
"We can?"
"Now?"
"Stop! We'll go. You and your mother or all of us?"
"All of us Daddy. so you can throw us in the pool."
"Yes!"
"I should have expected that from the 'A' team."
"And me."
"And me."
"Yes, and you two. There's a condition."
"Knew there was a catch."
"You shower and wash your hair on your way to and from the pool."
"Warm showers bigger than the sun shower bags?"
"Yes."
"I'll do it!"
"And me!"
"Me!"
"Enough! I'll trim the usual hour wait after eating to 30 minutes because other people want to use the pool. We go now. You get an hour. Then it's back to work."
"That's fine, Daddy. We're getting paid as we work - warm showers and a heated pool."
"As long as you're happy."
"I am."
"Me."
"Me."
"Enough. You sound like a broken record."
"What's a broken record?"
"I'll show you when we're back home."
"OK."
---
Monday, 20 December, 2:20PM
"Throw me again, Daddy!"
"One more time for each of you and our time will be up."
"Already?"
"An hour is short when you're having fun."
"It sure is!"
"Remember to dry your hair completely after your shower. It may be a little cool in the building for a wet head."
"Yes, Momma."
---
"Thanks for the pool time, Shawn."
"Considering the bubbly, smiling kids zipping through the work here, I'm glad they had the opportunity to enjoy it. I'm not sure it's possible, but they seem to be working a little faster."
"Three girls did 13 of the larger boards in the past hour. They found that the board manipulation needed for two of the chips is a good point to pass the board on to someone else. Two girls do all but those last two chips and the third girl adds those chips. The rate was four boards per girl per hour previously, so a little speedup by making that change."
"If any of them ever want to work in the power industry, contact me. I'd hire any of them who were old enough right now and pay for their education."
"Last board of this type, Daddy."
"Good work, Lisa. When Alicia puts the board she's working on back in its box, get her to help you configure your workstation to process the type one boards."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Jack, when all of them are working on the type one and two boards, they'll be turning out 26 each hour! They'll be done before lunch tomorrow! There are enough spare boards for two generators and we'll have tested all four generators before they finish the boards. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
"You're welcome, but we came from selfish motives - to get power back on for ourselves."
"I only care that you came and you brought this incredible crew to do the work."
---
"Last board of this type, Daddy."
"Good work, Charlie. When Amelia finishes the board she's working on, ask her to help you configure your workstation for the type boards she's working on."
"Yes, Daddy."
"And the production of those boards just got a little faster."
"Yes, Shawn, but you did request 'good' help."
"And I got better than I ever hoped for! I'm now totally spoiled on how productive people should be. It'll be hard not to say 'I know a nine year old who's faster than you'. Not to mention the cooperation I've seen."
"The future will belong to those who can get things done with what's available."
"A year ago I'd have told you that you were crazy if you said kids would be re-chipping circuit boards. Now I'm watching them do it faster than any adult I've ever seen do the job so I guess 'those who get things done' will be a big part of the future."
"I think so."
"Are all your kids like this?"
"They're all unique, but pretty much the same on getting things done. Come visit. We're only two and a half hours away by military convoy."
"Maybe next year, when I might not need to be part of that convoy to get there."
"Next year is only a few days away."
"Don't remind me. I got a great deal on enough bicycles to have Christmas gifts for all my nieces and nephews but none of them made it."
"Sorry, Shawn. I know that I lost a son, a daughter-in-law and a grandson. The granddaughter in that family survived and is at our place but I don't know about the other three grandkids or their parents."
"Would you be interested in bikes for all your kids? I think I have 20 of them. If you can get them home, they're yours."
"I have had a request for a bike in the past week. I'll ask Tim about transport."
"On second thought, that's not a problem. There's a lawn service trailer out back. Use it."
"Thanks, Shawn."
'Sarah, we have bikes enough to go around.'
'How?'
'Shawn had done a group buy for his nieces and nephews but they didn't survive. We have the bikes and a trailer to move them on.'
'No surprise if we do that.'
'No surprise for this group. Lots of surprise if we enlist them to help keep the secret.'
'I'll tell them.'
---
Monday, 20 December, 3:40PM
"Kids. Time for a break."
"Just a short one?"
"No longer than the one this morning, Charlie. You sound tired, so you need this and I will shorten your next work session."
"Yes, Daddy."
"There are raisins in one bowl, potato chips in another and cheese curls in the third one. There's milk and orange drink - both mixed from powder."
"We don't usually get much of what Grandma Hazel calls 'junk food'."
"You're not getting much of it today, Crissy, but I thought you might like some variety in your snacks - and you know you won't be getting chocolate three times a day."
"That we know. And the milk's not as good as fresh from the cow. But it is milk and it's good and cold."
"So you've been spoiled by some of the farm things, Lisa?"
"Yes, Daddy. Milking is a lot of work but the fresh milk is so good!"
"Maybe Santa should bring you bib overalls and a straw hat?"
"I'm not that country!"
"Maybe next year?"
"I might want my own horse and saddle by then. Jenny's been showing me how to take care of Tucker and the other horses. It's lots warmer when you're in the barn with them."
"All of you will have transportation as Christmas gifts this year."
"A horse?"
"No. Bicycles."
"Bicycles for all of us?"
"There are 20 bikes but I don't know the sizes. Maybe enough for all with some sharing."
"These will be for Christmas?"
"Yes."
"But it's not a surprise if you know about it before."
"It will be a surprise for all the others if the six of you help us keep the secret."
"I love having good secrets!"
"And you only need to keep this one for a few days. Remember that getting the white Christmas that so many of you want means you wouldn't be able to ride the bikes for at least a few days - maybe longer."
"But you can teach us how to fix them while we wait?"
"Me too?"
"I thought my grease monkeys might ask that."
"'Grease monkeys', Daddy?"
"You two want to tell the story?"
"You tell it, Amelia."
"OK, Alicia. Crissy, do you remember the charger..."
---
"You didn't really get that dirty, did you?"
"Momma was there, Charlie."
"They did get that dirty, Charlie. They used mechanic's hand cleaner and a brush to get their hands and fingernails clean."
"Yuck!"
"Crissy, did you like having light in the kitchen before we left the house?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"They had to get through the 'yuck' to get the dirt off the engine so it's now clean and you don't get dirty using it to charge the batteries so we have lights."
"And the surveillance system."
"That's also very good to have."
"You may go back to work. I'll end your 'work day' in about 45 minutes. Sooner if we see or hear an 'oops'."
"I know."
"Charlie, come here."
"Yes, Momma?"
"Let me check your forehead. No wonder you're tired! You have a fever. You're coming back to the bunkroom with me so I can check you over. Other kids, we'll let you know what Charlie has as soon as we know. Jack, I might need another healer."
"I'll carry you, Charlie."
"OK."
---
"If she didn't have the right DNA, I'd say this was the first day of a GG-183 infection."
"Tim said that it has mutated and only some of the previously infected kids are immune. He did say that the one percent is immune. Is there anything else with those symptoms?"
"Meningitis. But there've been no reports of it and you know it would be on the military network because it's contagious. There's a red spot on her finger. Did she mention cutting or scraping herself?"
"I'm not sure. I'll check with the other girls."
---
"Do any of you remember Charlie cutting or scraping a finger?"
"She said 'Ow' when she picked up the top board in that bin. It made a hole in her glove. Greg brought those in right after lunch."
"Have any of you touched that stack of boards?"
"No, Daddy. We all have full bins to work with."
"Don't touch those boards until I tell you otherwise."
"You're scaring me, Daddy!"
"Sorry, Amelia, but Charlie's running a fever as though she had some type of infection and all of you have been in the same places and eating the same things so this probably traces to whatever she did that was different. As of now, that 'difference' is scraping her finger on one of those boards."
---
Monday, 20 December, 4:10PM
"Tim, where's Columbo?"
"Someone's hurt?"
"Charlie's suddenly running a fever and has some other symptoms close to meningitis. The only thing different for her today was scraping a finger on a board that Greg brought in after lunch."
"Watson, get Columbo to their quarters, doubletime!"
"Sir."
"Mr. Wilson, I can't argue with the meningitis symptoms. We need a spinal tap. If the hospital about 30 miles from here had power, we'd have everything needed to do the tap and grow cultures."
"I'll get my shotgun and make some inquiries. Plan on that hospital having power by the time you get to it."
"Sir."
---
"Shawn, where's Greg?"
"Oh shit! You have a shotgun. What did he do now?"
"It appears that he infected some boards with something nasty - maybe meningitis? I think he's trying to slow or stop the board repair. Charlie's suddenly sick and I'm out for bear. Where is he?"
"Probably his lab on Level 4."
"While I get him, you get power to the hospital here."
"On my way."
"Greg!"
"Yes, Jack?"
"Just checking that you're here. I have some questions."
"Come in."
Ker-slack!
"Tell me what you infected those boards with or I start taking pieces off your body, starting with this foot."
"You can't do that! I'm UN. I have immunity!"
"Not when you attack one of my kids. What is it and do you have an antidote?"
"I'll never tell!"
Boom!
"My foot! You shot off my foot!"
Ker-slack!
"And then next round takes off your other foot. What was it?"
"Don't shoot again! It's in the fridge! So's the antidote! Get me a doctor!"
"At this point, I don't care if you bleed out. However, the soldiers who claim my kids as family will probably want time with you. Your belt will serve as a tourniquet until they decide how you should die."
---
"What's this, Jack?"
"The UN bastard that infected Charlie, what he says she was infected with and what he says is the antidote."
"I'll check that, sir. And I'll have your wife check it. First, though, I'll load a syringe so you can inject him with it."
"Seems like a nice belt to waste on him, Jack."
"Tim, I didn't know if any of your people would want time with him."
"I'm sure there are several. We'll keep him alive until we know he's been truthful about what he did to Charlie. I'm confident Dawkins would set some kind of motorcycle speed record if he knew what happened. And probably drag this trash all the way back when he was done."
"You're an officer! You have orders!"
"We have a new President. Anyone associated with the UN is being deported. Dropped off at the two mile limit in an innertube. Good luck getting back to Germany. My orders are to find out what you know. There are no restrictions on how. "
"Tim, I have the syringe Columbo filled for me. If your squad will hold him, I'll inject him."
"No! I'll die! It's the Black Death!"
"No, it's not. Charlie's immune to that. If you want to keep this foot, you need a better answer."
"But they'll kill me!"
"Not as slowly or as painfully as I will. Hold his head, Watson."
"I have him."
"Aiee!"
"Recognize this? It's part of your left ear. There are three slices left. Then your right ear is next. Then they strip you and I start carving your nuts."
"You're crazy!"
"No, I just respond with great force when my kids are hurt. No answer? I'll do another slice."
"No! Aiee!"
"What did you infect her with?"
"I can't tell you!"
"Another slice."
"Oh, God it hurts! Don't cut me again."
"Tell me what it is."
"No! Aiee!"
"Turn his head, Watson. There are four slices of ear over here."
"No! No more! There's book in the fridge that tells what it all is!"
"If you'd said that the first time I asked, you'd still have two ears."
"You're crazy!"
"No, I take care of my kids."
---
"Here's the book, Jack."
"I'll get it to Sarah and Columbo."
"You have something we can use, Jack?"
"He finally said the information was in this book. The two of you look through it."
"You were correct, Mrs. Wilson. It's viral meningitis. On the bright side, the anti-virals we have for the GG-183 mutation will work. I'll get a couple of IV's started and get the anti-viral medication in her. Mr. Wilson, did any of the others touch those boards?"
"They said that they'd had plenty of their own boards to work on and I told them not to touch the ones Charlie had touched. I'll go tell them Charlie's status and verify that they didn't touch."
---
"You're back!"
"I think you all need some lap time."
"Un huh!"
"Did any of you touch those boards?"
"No, Daddy. We made a sign for the bin of boards and one for the workstation."
"A skull and crossbones with 'Don't Touch' is excellent."
"How's Charlie?"
"Columbo and your mother are taking care of her. At least some of those boards were treated with viral meningitis. Columbo has the anti-viral medications for the mutated GG-183 and they'll work on this."
"Daddy, I don't wanna do any more of this."
"I understand, Lisa. Unless someone can clean all the remaining boards and guarantee there's nothing harmful, we're done here. You've accomplished more already today than they expected to get done in two days. I have no problem with leaving as soon as Charlie is able to travel. Collect anything you brought down here and we'll go back to the bunkroom."
"Yes, Daddy."
---
Monday, 20 December, 5:10 PM
"You're leaving a job unfinished, Jack?"
"Yes, Tim. Unless you can guarantee the remaining boards are clean and you're not equipped to do that. I have one child sick with viral meningitis. I'll not risk any of the others. As soon as Charlie's able to travel - even if she's riding in a bicycle trailer - we're out of here. If defaulting the deal means you can't take us back, we have bicycles, weapons, sleeping bags and enough food to get home. Losing the incentive rewards doesn't matter; we weren't expecting them so we're OK without them. I don't know what this will do to the recovery schedule and right now I don't give a damn."
"Give me two minutes, Jack?"
Beep!
"Timer's running."
"A medical crew from the CDC is on their way here. Maybe two more hours. Any medications we don't have, they do have. There's also a hazmat cleanup crew. Give them a couple of days to help Charlie and clean things up before you leave?"
"The head of their hazmat team lets me scrape the back of his hands with six random boards before they leave."
"I'll tell them. The President is pissed that this mole wasn't identified and I'm sure heads will roll. That should ensure future trips are unquestionably safe but it'll be your choice. The President said that the rewards and incentives are yours. The kids earned them. Anyone who disagrees goes to interrogation."
Beep! Beep!
"Enough in two minutes to get you to wait for the CDC's cleanup?"
"For now."
"Understood. I have a family member under your care and protection and I agree with your outlook 100 percent. If you're not satisfied with the CDC's work, we'll take you home."
---
"They're sending special doctors, Daddy?"
"Yes, Charlie. Some of the best in the nation. Maybe two hours until they get here. You OK for now?"
"My head hurts but Momma told me that's one of the symptoms. It's a little better since Columbo started the IV with the viral thingie."
"Anti-viral?"
"Un huh. Momma's also making me drink a lot of water and I gotta use the bed pan 'cause I'm too dizzy when I try to walk."
"Those aren't any fun and they're always cold."
"Sure are! When can we leave?"
"When you're well enough to travel, unless the cleanup crew from the CDC can guarantee that the remaining boards are clean. I have a test for that. If the board isn't clean, it will infect the person it's tested on. My guinea pig will be the head of the cleanup team."
"I bet they clean it all twice!"
"Maybe even three times. I don't want my kids sick because someone didn't do a good job cleaning."
"You are the best Daddy ever."
"Maybe just the best one you know."
"That too."
--
Monday, 20 December, 6:50PM
"You can't be serious, General."
"Either you're as good as you say you are, Dr. Brown, or you're not. If you are, you shouldn't have a problem with the request. If you're not, you shouldn't be here. Just a minute while I get someone who asked to speak with you."
"Someone else who'll try to tell me how to do my job?"
"Actually, yes. 'He's here, sir.'"
'Put him on.'
'Brown, you do what Jack asks or you're out of the CDC and on foot in the middle of nowhere! Do you understand me?'
'Yes, Mr. President.'
'Give the phone back to the Colonel.'
'Yes, sir.'
'Tim, he does as asked or he's fired and on foot.'
'Yes, Mr. President.'
"I don't know who this guy is, but he has some powerful friends. Take me to him and I'll explain how we clean and why. And I'll let him explain what he wants me to do to ensure it's clean."
---
"Jack, this is Dr. Brown, head of the CDC cleanup team. Dr. Brown, this is Jack Wilson, who's been involved in recovery since the early days of GG-183."
"Is the gun really necessary, Mr. Wilson?"
"It was earlier today to get a truthful answer to the question of what my daughter had been infected with. Depending on what you say, it may still be needed."
"Surely violence doesn't settle anything."
"Taking the guy's foot off with the shotgun settled him down on the floor immediately. Slicing little pieces off his ear with a scalpel got him to cut to the chase and answer my questions."
"It's obvious I won't be able to work with you."
"Watson!"
"Sir."
"Your squad has a task. Take the doctor's ID. Get his coat. Drive him ten miles up the road, give him two bottles of water, put him out and point him in the direction of the CDC in Atlanta. Video that. Then get the second-in-command and bring him here."
"Yes, Colonel."
"You can't do that! I supported the former President!"
"And you're getting what you deserve."
---
"Dr. Springer, This is Jack Wilson…"
"Pleased to meet you, sir. I spoke with Lisa in the hall. We're distant cousins. She told me you were 'the best Daddy ever' so I know you're taking good care of these kids. Where's Dr. Brown?"
"He decided that he couldn't do the cleanup and testing as Jack wanted it done. On the President's authority, Brown is walking home and you're in charge of the cleanup."
"I didn't expect that. What is it that you need, Mr. Wilson?"
"I want you to meet my daughter, Charlie. She's in the infirmary."
---
"Viral meningitis? How?"
"We think she was infected by a scratch from a circuit board that had been treated with the infection. Look at the little finger of her right hand. That red wasn't there at lunch and she wasn't running a fever then. Additional boards were brought in and within an hour of that scratch she wasn't feeling well - tired, headache, fever."
"Are any others infected?"
"We came in masks and gloves and only remove them when we're in places we know to be safe."
"Then we're not looking to quell an epidemic of meningitis. We can clean electronic parts of almost anything. Typically a thousand boards in 24 hours."
"My test of how well you cleaned will be that I scratch the back of your hand with six random boards."
"What?"
"Dr. Springer, do you need confirmation from the President?"
"No, Colonel. I hadn't been told that we'd be cleaning meningitis. We can do that. I'll agree to the hand scratch test after the boards have been cleaned twice. Mr. Wilson, I like the way you care for your children. I appreciate it even more when you're caring for a member of my family."
---
"You're gonna do what, George?"
"Let him scratch the back of my hand with six random circuit boards."
"That's crazy!"
"No, that's proving to the father of a child with viral meningitis that we do good work and that it's safe for his kids to continue repairing the circuit boards that will get power back on."
"They have kids doing that?"
"Where else would you get small hands that are comparable to an Asian teenager?"
"I'm amazed. That makes incredibly good sense!"
"The guy behind the idea also adopted my nine year old cousin and she's happy to be here helping."
"The one that was treated so badly by her stepfather?"
"Yes. She's like she was before her father disappeared. I can't argue with any safeguard that man wants for his kids."
"Then we'll use Protocol 7 and do it twice."
"I told him we'd clean the boards twice."
"Considering how bad meningitis can be for adults, George, we should clean the boards three times."
"If we have enough chemicals."
"If there's a hardware store or a feed and seed near here, we can make our own."
"Then let's get started."
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Monday, 20 December, 7:10PM
"Sarah, how's Charlie?"
"Dr. Adams said we were doing all that could be done with what we had available, Jack. He was surprised that we could diagnose meningitis without a spinal tap. I didn't tell him about Greg's book. He added a couple more anti-virals and something that works on the headaches. Charlie's asleep with almost a smile. That's probably the best she's felt since she picked up that last board."
"Good. The head of the cleanup team agreed to the scratch test. The fact that he's a distant cousin to Lisa might have had some bearing on that."
"Serendipity follows you again, Jack."
"If it works, I don't care what you call it."
"Tim told me of your conversation with him. He's afraid that the CDC won't be able to do what you want and the country will lose the best recovery team."
"That's something he and the President can address. I'll do whatever is needed to keep my kids safe."
"That sounds very much like the man I married."
---
"Charlie's gonna be OK?"
"Yes, Amelia. The doctors from the CDC brought some different anti-viral medications and something that helps with the headaches. Charlie's asleep and almost has a smile."
"I bet a mental 'I love you' would make her smile!"
"It might, but that sometimes awakens the kid it's intended for. Better that she sleeps."
"You take care of us so good!"
"I might like you…"
"A little bit! Except that your 'little bit' is as wide as you can spread your arms to hug all of us. Does Aunt Hazel know about Charlie?"
"Yes. The Colonel is in touch with Dawkins and he's relayed messages - including that Charlie's fever is dropping and she's sleeping now."
"I knew she'd want to know."
"Just as you want to know about your 'almost twin'."
"I guess we are a lot alike."
"Very much so. You even have matching…"
"Moles and freckles."
"I was thinking tickly places."
"Not my ribs! Gotta pee!"
"Door's right there. Go."
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"Shawn, we'll need a place to dump several thousand gallons of contaminated liquid."
"Dr. Springer, you can use a sewer cleanout. The septic system is rated to handle 100 people because of the size of some of the installation crews. The original toilets were the old 3.5 gallon variety, so the design load was more than a thousand gallons a day. The tanks were pumped a year ago so the system can handle double that for a few days. If you need room to spread things out, use the generator washdown bay. I'll open the bay's drains to the septic tank."
"Excellent. We'll suit up, place all the untouched boards and start cleaning them."
"Unless you have some way to test the repaired boards for traces of the infection, start with them. I don't want to take a chance on this affecting someone else in the future. Let me know when you have them cleaned and we'll use them to replace the ones we installed today. Then you can also clean the ones currently in service."
"I like the way you think. Would you be interested in working for the CDC?"
"Maybe as a consultant if you're at other power plants?"
"I'll remember that."
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Monday, 20 December, 7:30PM
"Hi, Charlie."
"Hi, Daddy. Nice wake up. My head doesn't hurt! Am I cured?"
"You're on you're way, but you'll still be in bed for a day or two."
"But I feel OK!"
"Have you been up to walk to the bathroom?"
"No."
"Then you feel OK if you're in bed. That's not the same thing."
"I guess."
"Sarah, I'll get her up and you take her to pee."
"Hold me tight, Momma! I'm kinda dizzy."
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"Carry me back to bed, Daddy? My head hurts when I'm walking."
"OK. Now do you think maybe I was right about another day or two in bed?"
"Yes, Daddy. You and Momma know best about this."
"Momma?"
"I was trying to get her to let me get up the last time I was awake. She said the same thing you did. I guess I'm kinda stubborn sometimes."
"Yes, you are 'kinda stubborn' sometimes but that's good when you're trying to do things that you know about. It doesn't work as well for the things you don't know as much about - like meningitis. Goodnight kiss on your nose."
"Goodnight, Daddy."
'Excellent example of why she should be in bed, Mr. Wilson.'
'Better that she gets to do a little of what she wants and decides for herself that she's not ready for it, Mrs. Wilson.'
'Have I told you lately what a great Daddy you are to our kids?'
'I'll gladly accept being told multiple times in the same day. What are our kids doing while they wait to go back to work?'
'Our curious kids are getting the "engineer's" tour that can only be done when the generators aren't running. It includes walking through some of the water channels and seeing the waterwheels that turn the generators. You know that Amelia has her sketch pad and pencil. She said that Charlie would want to know how it works.'
'I kinda like that kid.'
'She "kinda" knows that. So do the others. I think I'll ask her to tell the ones at home how it works when we start school. That would cover a lot of subject areas.'
'It certainly would. Our kids will have an excellent teacher in their new school.'
'Glad you approve. If you didn't, you'd be doing most of the teaching.'
'That's also true. Perhaps we'll get commercial electricity for Christmas.'
'You think so?'
'This plant should be up and running. Whether the lines are OK as far away as we are is another matter. I don't think there'll be line crews coming from other states to fix that. Maybe if the military can keep the surviving local crews fed and fueled? I'll ask Tim if he knows what the plans are for that.'
knock. knock.
'Yes?'
'She's asleep again?'
'Yes, Dr. Adams. This is my husband, Jack Wilson.'
'Pleased to meet you sir, but I would have preferred much better circumstances. Charlie is recovering very well but she needs several days of rest to recover completely.'
'She was complaining about wanting out of bed because she was "feeling OK". Jack got her out of bed and had me hold her while she went to pee. He carried her back to bed and she agreed that she wasn't ready to be up.'
'Excellent lesson, Mr. Wilson.'
'Call me Jack.'
'Jack, I'm Paul. I'm on my way to check the procedures they'll use for cleanup. I'll be back to check on Charlie when they bring her supper.'
'Actually, that will be when we bring her supper. She'll eat more if it's one of Jack's gourmet meals.'
'Shawn said something about excellent eggplant the other night. I've eaten a lot of LTS foods in my travels, but never eggplant that was worth commenting about. I'd like to learn more.'
'I'll fix something we can transport here and the other kids can eat with her. Come join us about 2030.'
'Thank you. I'll be here.'
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"ATTENTION! ATTENTION! Generator One will be shutdown for emergency maintenance in twenty minutes. Only backup power will be available for the next four hours. ATTENTION! ATTENTION! Generator One will be shutdown for emergency maintenance in twenty minutes. Only backup power will be available for the next four hours."
"I think everyone will have heard that. Why would they be shutting it down, Jack?"
"Having met Shawn, my guess is that he had the hazmat crew clean the spare repaired boards first and he's stopping the generator to remove the repaired boards in it so they can also be cleaned. Tim said each board would be cleaned at least twice. Once by pressure washing and again with some type of submersal and brushing. Possibly followed by a second pressure washing with a different solution. Then a three hour hot air dry. Perhaps the 'dry' will be completed in an hour or so and they'll have boards to re-install in that generator then."
"Nice to have my resident expert. What will you have the girls cooking tonight?"
"One of Charlie's favorites sounds like a good idea - and the rest of them also like it."
"You have the spices for Scarborough Fair Chicken! She'll be happy and so will they. The good doctor may question whether kids could have created it."
"I'll give him a copy of the recipe."
---
"We're cooking for Charlie?"
"Yes, Alicia. And us. And one of the doctors."
"Amelia! Look at the recipe!"
"Yummy!"
"You've all helped with this before. Wash your hands and we'll get busy."
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Monday, 20 December, 8:20PM
"Watson, I might not have to repeat this if I had your full attention."
"Sorry, Colonel, but the scents from that cart are much more interesting."
"Then I'll wait until they leave this hallway."
"Yes, sir. But the scents may still be with us."
"I'll beg them to cook again when Charlie is OK."
"Thank you, sir."
knock. knock.
"Who's there?'
"Scar."
"Scar who?"
"Scarborough Fair Chicken."
"Yummy!"
"You're right on time, Paul."
"And Charlie is obviously happy with the food you brought, although I've never heard of it."
"In the song 'Scarborough Fair' there's a refrain of 'parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme'. Those are the basic seasonings used."
"My nose tells me it's as good as their expressions expect. I can't think of a better way to get a recovering patient to eat than this."
---
"Another serving, Paul?"
"No, Mrs. Wilson. I'm tempted but I think I might be asleep before the status meeting with Springer. I see that Charlie ate well and is close to dozing. Good food and family are also good medicine. Thank you for an excellent meal with delightful company."
"You're welcome."
"Charlie, I'll move the tray table and put your bed down so you can sleep."
"OK, Momma. G'night."
"She's already asleep?"
"Yes, Michelle. She'd tired from the work her body is doing fighting off the meningitis. She's on medication for pain. She just had a meal that she likes with her family so she feels safe and loved."
"I could snuggle up in that and go to sleep!"
"Me too!"
"Shh. Charlie's asleep. Let's not wake her."
"Sorry, Momma."
"Load things back on the cart as quietly as you can."
---
"Sir, we'll do the dishes. The Colonel would like to see all of you. If you'll follow Watson."
"A conference room, Tim?"
"Patched to the comms truck that got here about an hour ago. I was told not to interrupt your meal. The caller could wait."
"We're online, Colonel."
"Bring it up."
"Mr. President?"
"Sit down, Jack. I owe you, Sarah and your kids - especially Charlie - an apology. I asked the status of the remaining people at the hydro plant before agreeing to this project. I was assured they were OK. Those giving that assurance are now being interrogated. If you choose to leave now, I understand and I'll accept that. You and your family have been the targets of entirely too many attacks for me to have allowed you into another one. I have only one request. If you bow out of this project, I'd like for all of you to help us select and train other kids who could do this work. Even with the early stop, your production on the first day far exceeded the most optimistic estimates. I'd like to know how you did that and whether another group could do even half as much - they'd still be exceeding the estimates. Don't answer me on this now. I know it will take some time to put together a complete answer. Meanwhile, there's what will probably be a New Year's gift for you in progress. The military is assisting the surviving local line crews and electricians get things working again. Your farm is at the far end of the line from where you're sitting now, but power is coming."
"Apology accepted. I know that you must rely on people you trust and that not all are who they appear to be. I think the kids are OK with completing what they started here. I don't know if they'll go out again. That will be their choice. We can write up our ideas for other crews of kids, but these kids have some unique links and their histories have made them much more mature than most their ages. I don't know that you can put together another group like them, except from among the kids who were on the blue buses and in the supply depots. They'd need some special care to get them functional and I can't take in any more kids. My kids and I may be able to help you find people who could care for those kids, but those people come with some conditions you may not want to accept. We'll work on the how-to. Thank you for the future power. Getting it to us will also benefit many other people."
"I had already guessed your last sentence, Jack. I'll be in touch. If you need anything that the military doesn't think they can supply, contact me. PreSel 1001."
"Thank you."
"No, thank all of you. I'll be in touch."
"That PreSel is valid, Tim?"
"It is as of an hour ago, Jack. The info came to me in an 'Eyes Only' that I passed to Dawkins and you now have it installed."
"He doesn't waste any time getting things done. I noticed spots on the carpet in the Oval Office. Looked like bloodstains to me."
"He's also the first President to go armed in the White House. Rumor has it that he took out some knees earlier today. I'd expect his interrogations might be close to yours."
"At the moment, that might not be a bad thing."
"Give his request some thought, Jack."
"We will, Tim. I have a daughter to check on."
---
Monday, 20 December, 9:50PM
"You're still here, Columbo?"
"Sir, those not needed elsewhere are on watch here. Charlie might not wake until morning, but if she does there'll be someone she knows to take care of her. It's been a long day for all of you. Go to bed. We have the watch. If you're needed, your quarters are less than a minute away, doubletime."
"Thank you. Pass our thanks to the others."
"You're welcome and I'll pass it along, but no thanks needed. If we keep all of you safe and well, you'll get the lights back on. We're much better at watching than creating light."
---
"A story and then lap time before bed. Daddy?"
"Yes, Maddie. For as many of you as need or want lap time. First get your jammies and then brush and floss."
"'It was a dark and stormy night…'"
"Have we had this book before?"
"Yes, Amelia. But hasn't today seemed 'dark and stormy'?"
"You read us so good, Daddy."
"'It was a dark and stormy night…'"
---
'Excellent book choice, Mr. Wilson. Did you expect bad weather?'
'Mrs. Wilson, I expected that something would not go well - this trip was put together hastily. I didn't expect anything as bad as what happened, but the book still worked for the circumstances.'
'Along with snuggling them on your shoulders and then carrying them to their bunks for a goodnight kiss.'
'I'd have done that for Charlie but I won't do anything that might wake her when she's finally sleeping well after a very bad day."
'My incredible softie of a husband who responds with a shotgun.'
'Just doing what's needed. Interested in cooking for the troops in the morning? There's pancake mix, powdered milk, powdered eggs, canned bacon, freeze-dried blueberries and some honey powder we can add to the small amount of generic syrup I saw.'
'With our overnight 'nurse' shift, I think the kids will agree to that.'
'I'll set my alarm.'
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:23:26 GMT -6
Tuesday, 21 December, 5:30AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Up and relieve myself. Dress and wake my wife and the kids in here. We should deliver pancakes to Charlie as well.
"Hi, Sarah."
"Hi, Jack. Another nice wake up."
"We should include Charlie in the pancake delivery."
"Yes. Let's keep her eating. Wake your other children."
"We're up earlier and we're not working. Do we get to cook for the soldiers?"
"Yes, Maddie. And us. And Charlie."
"Yes!"
"Go pee. Wash your hands. Get dressed. Blueberry pancakes and bacon are on the menu this morning."
"I didn't see any of the good syrup."
"There's honey powder we can add to the generic syrup to make it better."
"Let's cook!"
---
knock. knock.
"Yes?"
"Breakfast, Charlie."
"Blueberry pancakes and bacon! Yummy! Thank you, Momma!"
"Tompkins, Jack and the other girls have breakfast for the troops in the usual place."
"Thank you! I'm on my way."
knock. knock.
"Come in."
"Good morning, Mrs. Wilson. Charlie, you're looking much better this morning - except for the blue around your mouth."
"That's blueberries, Dr. Adams. There's more than I can eat and another fork. Try them!"
"Thank you. I will. These are excellent! You're the cook?"
"No, Jack and the girls did breakfast for us and the Colonel's troops. They kept watch in here last night."
"Somebody got me water when I asked for it but I thought it was Grandpa Bill."
"Charlie, you were a little out of it from the fever and the medications. I know that Columbo was here just after you went to sleep last night and Tompkins was here when I came in. I don't know who else might have been part of it."
"You have a long history with the Colonel's men?"
"I guess that several months is 'long' in our current circumstances. They've responded when we've needed help and we've fed them several times."
"If an army travels on its stomach, they definitely have a connection to your family. I've experienced two meals and I'm hooked. Charlie, all your vital signs look good. I think you already know that you won't be up and doing as usual for a week or more…"
"Daddy kinda rubbed my nose in it yesterday, but he did make me stop and listen."
"It's good that you're ready to listen. I'll write out a list of restrictions on your activities…"
"But..."
"Charlie, do you need to walk to the bathroom again?"
"No, Momma. Tell me what I can't do, Dr. Adams."
"Charlie, the list is what you can do but there are limits on how much or how long. You'll need to rest during the day for a while. Note that I did not say 'nap'. Kids your age never respond well to being reminded that some days they need to be 'little' and take a nap…"
"Maybe if Daddy reads with me in his lap."
"I think that would work well. Reading on your own or other things that are mostly being still are always OK. I'll have the list for your mother. You won't be milking the cows or grooming the horses for a while because you'll be inside as much as possible. Getting chilled could make you very sick again."
"I don't want the headaches again!"
"I think you might manage my list for a week or two."
---
"Sir, we'll get the dishes. Take your kids to see Charlie."
"Thanks, Tompkins."
"No, thanks to all of you for breakfast."
knock. knock.
"Come in."
"Hello, Mrs. Wilson."
"Hello, Mr. Wilson. I think there's someone who might want a 'wake up' from you."
"Better if I get the blue off with a warm cloth first."
"Daddy! I'm not that messy!"
"Here's a mirror."
"I guess I am messy."
"Maybe your aim is affected by your fever and the medications?"
"I'll take any excuse."
"I thought so. That's better. Now I won't get stuck to you when I give you a kiss."
"Daddy!"
"I can kiss your forehead instead."
"No! Lips!"
"Close your eyes."
"You kissed my nose! You need to work on your aim."
"I'll try again."
"That's better."
"And you're smiling."
"You're good about that."
"Daddy, will we be doing the chips again?"
"Two things must happen before that, Michelle. First, I do the scratch test on Dr. Springer and we'll wait a couple of hours. If he's still OK, I'll do the second thing. You'll all vote on completing what you started here. If the majority says 'yes', we'll stay. If the majority says 'no', we'll go."
"You said this plant does where we live?"
"Yes, Lisa. But until all the lines between here and there are fixed, we won't have power. That work is being done, but we don't know when or if they'll be able to get power to us."
"But fixing the lines along the way gets power to lots of other people, even if we don't get it."
"Correct, Amelia. Every mile of line that's restored helps someone."
"I think we should finish this. I don't think I wanna go anywhere else."
"That's a choice each of you will be making, Amelia. To stay home or go somewhere unknown to work on the boards. Your mother and I will NOT tell you what to do. It must be your choice."
"You'd let us stop doing this?"
"Did I make you come, Maddie?"
"No, we chose to be here."
"We'll use the same process for any other request. Would you like to go watch the cleaning process? There's windowed gallery above the area they're working in. You can watch and not get splashed. They're working in waterproof hazmat suits with external air coming to them from overhead hoses."
"Really?"
"You think maybe they don't want meningitis splashed on them?"
"Isn't water bad with electricity?"
"That's not water, Lisa. It's a non-conductive chemical solution with anti-virals and other things in it."
"The same for the wash tubs over there?"
"Different chemicals in the solution but it's not water-based either, Michelle. The boards must be OK for use when they finish."
"The stuff on the belt thingie is a different color from the others."
"That's their third cleaning solution, Maddie. Next the boards go in the big box which is basically a low temperature oven. There are fans to move the hot air all around the boards and dry them."
"Can we get closer?"
"Do you really want to get splashed with meningitis, shortstuff?"
"This is close enough."
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"ATTENTION! ATTENTION!! Generator One will be spun up in ten minutes. Generator Two will follow ten minutes later if One is OK."
"Sounds as though we'll get normal lights and heat back soon."
"I hope so, Daddy. I'm tired of being in my coat when I'm in the hallways and most of the rooms."
"Ten minutes to see if all the lights come on. Then you can get by the register and melt the icicles off your butt."
"Daddy!"
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Tuesday, 21 December, 10:50AM
We have light! Wait a couple of minutes and see if the heat is back. And it is. Only the bunkroom, kitchen and infirmary get power - and heat - when running on the diesel. I'll also be glad to be able to shed my coat. I have a delegation coming.
"Daddy, we want to finish the boards here."
"Fine. I want a couple of minutes one-on-one with each of you. Alphabetically, so Alicia goes first."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Why do you want to do this?"
"Well …"
---
"All of my kids have given good arguments for their choices. Now you must convince your mother. Same process. You ask for one-on-one with her to explain why."
"Yes, Daddy."
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'You've already heard their reasons?'
'Which is why I sent them to you, Sarah. I wanted you on-board with their choice.'
'I am, in spite of your bad pun. I think we may have created some monsters for when or if they ever experience time with their 'peers'. They're older in experience, wiser from practicing decision making and smarter than the ones they'd be grouped with by age.'
'I can hear Amelia saying "He pinched my boobie and I decked him. Here's the video."'
'Same image I had. We should tell them.'
"Girls, your mother and I agree. You have good reasons for your choice. You may start again two hours after the scratch test today. If that's late in the day, you'll be starting in the morning. Based on the speed at which you were working, the five of you should still finish in less than a full day."
"Yes!"
"Thank you!"
"You'll tell the Colonel?"
"Two hours after the scratch test. That's what they agreed to and I'll hold them to that."
"OK."
"Would you like to make lunch for yourselves and Charlie and go eat with her?"
"Yes!"
"Remember that she loves PB&J. What's in the pantry here?"
"Peanut butter powder."
"Blackberry jelly."
"Any bread?"
"Canned flour and baking powder and stuff."
"Any graham crackers?"
"Two boxes. We do PB&J on graham crackers like we do s'mores?"
"Better than waiting for bread to rise and then bake?"
"Yes. We should bake bread after lunch so we have it for tomorrow and we can have PB&J on bread for lunch when we're working."
"Thank you for your analysis, Maddie. Baking bread after lunch sounds like a good idea and you can guess how long it's been since Shawn has seen any fresh bread."
"Long time."
"Very long time, Daddy. We were baking bread when we were together watching over our pool."
"Correct, Alicia. Who's where in the assembly line?"
"You mix the peanut butter and open the jelly jar. We'll do the rest."
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Tuesday, 21 December, 11:40AM
"Charlie, your sisters fixed lunch."
"Whatcha got?"
"PB&J on graham crackers."
"Sounds weird. Graham crackers are for s'mores."
"Try one."
"It's messy but it's good!"
"They've asked to bake bread after lunch, Charlie. No, you may not join them. Your IV would have you tied to a pole and you'd need one hand just to keep it moving."
"Bummer. Can I get some of the bread while it's still warm?"
"If the delivery doesn't get hijacked on its way to your bed."
"You're silly, Daddy! But it smells so good when it's fresh out of the oven!"
"Your sisters have also made a decision about the rest of the boards here."
"Daddy says we hafta wait two hours after he does the scratch test. If the CDC guy doesn't get sick, we'll finish the boards here. Some of us don't think they'll go out again. Some aren't sure."
"Just be careful and don't get scratched by anything at the workstation."
"Thank you, smart girl. The chairs, the benches and the tools should all be cleaned. I'll go tell Springer. All of you stay here and finish lunch. This will likely put your start off until tomorrow morning. I'll tell you when I get back."
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"Springer, I have a question for you."
"Yes?"
"Will the cleaning solutions you have be effective on the workbenches, chairs and tools the girls have been using?"
"Let's go look."
"Just in the area under the tarp, Jack?"
"Yes. They needed a warm space with the power off so we created a simple double-walled tent and used a kerosene heater to warm that space."
"The workbenches are big but only tied to the wall with two bolts each. There's a desk jack that can move them once they're unbolted. The padded stools are easy but the padding will likely take several days to dry. There are some metal stools in the control center. They should be OK but we'll run them through the cleaning and they'll dry quickly. Most of the tools aren't a problem. We'll need to change one of the cleaning solutions for these tools, as the usual chemical mix will attack the plastic handles. Is tomorrow morning OK for this to be ready?"
"I told the girls things might run late today and if so, they'd start in the morning. That'll work."
"When do you plan to pick your random boards?"
"I already have them. Picked out when we were watching from the gallery and collected for me by various people."
"Are you sure they've been through the complete process?"
"Would Lisa forgive me if you became sick because of me?"
"Then it all rides on us doing as good a job as we claim to?"
"Correct."
"You'll have workstations in the morning."
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Tuesday, 21 December, 2:05PM
"So we'll have clean boards and clean work areas in the morning?"
"Yes, Crissy. Everything will have been through the cleaning, even the stools they brought from the control center. Those are all metal so they'll dry quickly. The padded seats on the stools originally at the workbenches will take much longer to dry."
"We can take a pillow with us?"
"You may, Alicia."
"We bake bread now?"
"Yes. Do you remember what we need?"
"Un huh. There's some rosemary in the pantry. Do we have all we need for the rosemary bread in the cookbook?"
"That's yummy! Let's check!"
And they're lost in the joy of cooking. I should take my collection of boards and get with Springer. Probably should have Shawn and the Colonel as witnesses. And Columbo if bandages are needed. I'll start with Tim. He can locate the others faster than anyone else.
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"OK, Jack. You have access to both hands."
"Then I wipe a board down with a damp sponge, nick your skin like this and squeeze the sponge. And repeat with a fresh sponge for each of the other five boards."
"You're doing quality control on each of the people involved in the cleaning! If one of these places gets infected, you'll know who didn't follow protocol. You're not just protecting your kids - you're protecting anyone else this team does cleanup for."
"Correct. I hope none of these get infected. My kids want to finish what they started. If there's a problem, all of what's been done today will be repeated."
"It's obvious that you're military with your emphasis on keeping people alive. Ranger or SEAL?"
"SEAL."
"So was my Dad."
"'Kangaroo'?"
"You know him?"
"We served together for several years. He survived?"
"Saved his money when he was active. Worked for a major corporation after he retired from the military. Took early retirement from that company and he and Mom resurrected the farm my great grandparents once worked. Their lifestyle is somewhere between 1850 and 1920, with solar power for cell phones and few other 21st century things."
"Sounds very much like where we're living. The farm was in my wife's family."
"I think one of the troops said you're about two hours and a half from here?"
"Yes."
"Dad's just off FTM307."
"So are we."
"Let me draw a map."
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"Do you have a sister who had a little girl?"
"Sister-in-law. Ronnie - short for Veronica - left Jenny with Mom and Dad when she was still in diapers. Dad said Jenny was really good with the horses."
"Sit down. I have some bad news for you."
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"You said Jenny was the only one who survived?"
"Yes, with some serious medical attention from Columbo and some others. She's living with us. With no known family, we adopted her. If you'd like to have custody of her, the Colonel can take care of that."
"No, Jack. My wife didn't survive so it's just me and I'm on the road almost constantly. I'd like to see her. If I get to a point where my life is stable enough, I'll ask if she wants to be with me. Considering how you care for the kids here, Jenny couldn't be in a better place. I'll write her a long letter if you'll deliver it for me."
"Of course. Family is important - even more so as most of us find we have fewer family members than we had a year ago. Jenny's welcome to stay. I think we'd all miss her help with the horses…"
"They survived?"
"Ten of them, including Jenny's horse Tucker. We collected the horse-drawn implements from your family's farm and the County Historical Society. If fuel isn't available, we can survive in an 1850's model - wood heat, horse-powered farming, cows for milk, pigs and chickens for meat."
"Jenny should stay with you for now. If I could find people to help me with the old place, I'd try horse-drawn farming. The Family History has a lot about what they planted each year and when and how they harvested it."
"I've read part of that. Enough to help Jenny find that she's named for a very independent woman. That made her happy."
"I can almost hear her bubbling over about 'she was in the army'."
"She did. She's also a decent markswoman herself."
"I saw your kids all had handguns. They're all trained?"
"Starting with the rules at age four. Handguns and rifles at the range when they're big enough to handle them. Their own weapons when they've shown that they're responsible enough to be trusted with them. All of the girls here have been in active shooting incidents with raiders or foreign soldiers in the last couple of months."
"No wonder they seem so confident in themselves. They can dish it out with the best of them."
"I'd prefer that they never had to, but I can't be with every child every minute. The youngest ones know that their 'big sisters' and 'big brother' will keep them as safe as they can - and they have done so. Five girls stopped five soldiers who had parachuted onto the roof of the house."
"Killed them?"
"No, just did damage that stopped them, using .22 and .25 caliber weapons. The ones on the ground weren't so fortunate. The adults shooting at them were using a 12 gauge loaded with slugs and a 30-06. Those left in body bags."
"Now I think your kids might remind me of a coral snake - beautiful but deadly."
"They haven't killed anyone yet, but I have had to stop a few - only because I didn't want them having a death on their conscience."
"What was the disposition of Dad and the others?"
"Buried in the family plot. Simple wooden markers."
"Thank you. I think I need some time alone."
"Plenty of empty offices on Level 2. I'll send someone to check your hands if you're not back in an hour."
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Tuesday, 21 December, 3:40PM
Springer isn't back yet. Need to check on that.
"Tim?"
"Yes, Jack?"
"Have you seen Springer in the past hour?"
"No. Why?"
"I did the board scratch on his hands and we talked a while. He had family near us and I had bad news - Jenny's a distant cousin. He wanted to be alone and was headed for the offices on Level 2. We should find and check him."
"Watson, get a squad up there."
"Immediately, sir."
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"What's his status, Columbo?"
"Same symptoms as Charlie. Only one of the scrapes was infected - the one nearest his left thumb."
"Get him to the infirmary. Between you and Dr. Adams, you have all that's needed to treat him. Tim, you need to find and hold the one they call Ben. Columbo, do you still have the syringe from earlier?"
"Yes."
"Bring it and 'Ben' to the kitchen when you find him."
"Kitchen, Jack?"
"Just verifying my suspicions, Tim."
"OK."
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"Bacon? The stench insults the nose!"
"I thought that might be the case, Ben. I think that's an anglicized version of 'b-i-n'. You can answer me about your failure to clean the boards per protocol or I inject you with what Greg put on the boards - and I hold your mouth open and force feed you this pound of bacon."
"I will not tell."
"If you'd hold him, gentlemen?"
"That is the Black Death but I will greet Allah proudly."
"The bar between his teeth next. And he'll swallow the bacon or drown in the bacon grease I'm pouring in his mouth."
"No! I'll be denied entry to paradise!"
"Talk or lose your 70 virgins."
"Never!"
"The bar."
"Release me! I must pray! I must make amends!"
"Your amends start with telling me why you're here and who you're working for. We have more bacon."
"You violate my religious freedom!"
"No, stupid. You tried to kill my children. You have no freedom now but perhaps a choice of how you die. Tell me, can you enter your paradise if your genitals are missing?"
"No! You can't!"
"Hold him. Knife for his trousers. Scalpel for his nuts."
"Aieee!"
"That's just the first cut. It's not even bleeding much. What happened to the fearless warrior?"
"Please stop! I'll talk!"
"Start talking. I'm in a comfortable position and can continue this for hours - or until you bleed out."
"Let me pray first! I must make amends before I die!"
"Talk first. You won't die for several days."
"You'll let me pray if I tell you all?"
"If I believe you. I think 'Ben' is an anglicized Muhammed bin Abdullah. Start there."
"You are correct. I came in with some Syrian refugees. Half of us were fighters…"
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"You are bad, Jack! I never saw anyone fight graham crackers before. If you don't know what bacon tastes like, you don't know the difference."
"They're brown and crisp and the room smelled of bacon, Tim."
"And your scalpel was a piece of ice! Its melting provides a liquid that runs across the skin. Why didn't you do more harm to him?"
"The syringe was loaded with one of their other options: the Black Death. He'll die slowly, painfully and alone. We don’t want anyone else exposed to it. Take him out ten miles and hang a 'Help me. I'm a jihadi infected with the Black Death and posing as a Syrian refugee' sign on him."
"I guess you're still the same Jack I know, just a little subtler in your lethal actions this time."
"All the cleanup work gets repeated now. I think Chris is in charge of the crew until Springer recovers. Tell that crew how 'Ben' was punished. I don't think anyone else will even think of short-cutting the cleanup process. The crew may need your help to get additional chemicals locally. Now to tell my eager-to-work kids that it'll be another day before they can start."
"I'll notify up my chain of command and let the hammer hit the CDC from higher up."
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"We saw them moving Dr. Springer to the infirmary. He's sick now?"
"Yes, Crissy. He has what Charlie has. But Columbo and Dr. Adams have what's needed to treat him. One member of the cleanup crew didn't follow proper procedures - intentionally - and many things are still contaminated. They'll be starting the cleanup process all over again in a little while, so you won't be working again until tomorrow."
"Who was the one who did it?"
"Lisa, that person was a jihadi who came in as a refugee from Syria. I returned one of their illnesses to him - with a syringe. He'll die slowly, painfully and alone. No medical care."
"That's mean."
"No, Maddie, that's retribution for trying to kill my children. If there are others like him in the CDC group here, they're not likely to try anything now. This has also gone up the military chain of command. I expect the CDC will get a serious housecleaning of non-US people."
"I need a hug!"
"I think all of you may need hugs."
---
'Sarah, did they get the bread baked?'
'Yes.'
'Would Charlie be happy with a chicken salad sandwich on fresh bread?'
'So would the others.'
'Then we should put together a simple supper and take it to Charlie.'
'And get these moping sad sacks doing something for someone else to make them feel better.'
'Correct.'
"Kids. To the kitchen. We'll make chicken salad sandwiches for supper and go eat with Charlie."
"Yummy!"
"I don't know how Springer is recovering but make a sandwich for him. He's not had fresh bread in a long time."
"Yes, best Daddy ever."
---
knock. knock.
"Who's there?"
"Chick."
"Chick who?"
"Chicken salad on fresh bread."
"Yummy!"
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Tuesday, 21 December, 7:40PM
"ATTENTION! ATTENTION! Generators One and Two will be shut down for emergency maintenance in twenty minutes. Only backup power will be available for the next twelve hours. ATTENTION! ATTENTION! Generators One and Two will be shutdown for emergency maintenance in twenty minutes. Only backup power will be available for the next twelve hours."
"It's gonna get cold again."
"Yes, Amelia. But not here or the bunkrooms. When things are safe for you to work, I'll light the kero heater and you'll have a warm place to work. If the cleanup crew is working now, at least one generator might be back up by morning and we'll have light and heat in all areas of the building."
"You think we'll be done tomorrow?"
"Possibly. We were confident that six girls could have finished in less than six hours. The five of you might be able to finish in six hours. You'll still be taking breaks and taking time to eat lunch and I'll stop you if you're tired enough to make mistakes. We wouldn't leave to go home unless we'd get there before dark and much more than half a day working would put us later than that. If you run a couple of hours into the next day, it won't change which day we leave."
"OK. I kinda like doing the work but not out where I don't know who I can trust. Maybe if we had workstations like these in the barn or somewhere?"
"I asked the Colonel about that yesterday, Amelia. He'll check into what's possible. There may be some movement of boards between plants. If they're being moved, they could take a detour by us and you could do the work."
"That'd be good. The other kids could learn how and we could get more done with more people helping, even for part of the day."
"Good logic, Maddie. We'll know when the Colonel does. Jammies. Brush. Floss. Two books tonight."
"Yes!"
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Wednesday, 22 December, 5:40AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Get dressed and check the cleanup status.
"Sir? The Colonel would like to see you."
"Lead the way, Watson."
---
"What's new in the world, Tim?"
"There are fewer Muslim-controlled countries."
"What?"
"Syria launched on Israel. The 'Iron Dome II' is nearly impenetrable. Israel responded with excellent anti-missile cover and bigger and more accurate missiles on Syria's cities. Damascus and most of their other cities have zero living population."
"The Israelis have neutron bombs?"
"Very high yield and very reliable. Iraq and Iran also launched on Israel and experienced the same response. Saudi Arabia, the UAE and Egypt stood down their forces and requested high level talks. I think they're finally aware that the 'little' country carries a very big stick. The Israelis told the Palestinians that they're next and Egypt is as close as they want to see them. There's massive immigration going on as we speak."
"No demonstrations?"
"Only one. Terminated by a tactical neutron bomb that eliminated the entire group. Nothing much since. The Russians did a little saber rattling about their 'innocent Muslim friends attacked by warmongering Israelis' which got an Israeli response of 'we can reach Moscow'. Nothing else heard from the Russians."
"That's a major shift in world power. Anything from our new President?"
"Message of support to the Israelis. Congratulations on protecting themselves from a multi-nation attack. Offer of any needed aid. Other than food - which we have little to spare and no way to transport, there probably isn't anything. I can see them taking over all the oil production in the de-populated areas. We might have a friend in the oil business now."
"That's a good friend to have. Cleanup in those cities will be bad. How do you handle that many bodies?"
"Front loaders, dump trucks and big pits. No individual identification, just note where each group of bodies was collected. Something like ' Layer 4, Quadrant 1: Removed from East corner, Abdul Square'. Certain not to please any who survived but guaranteed to let them know the worth of their lives if they attack."
"That's a reminder to be sure that you can run fast enough when you kick a big bear in the nuts. And that you know who actually is a 'big' bear."
"Our military was aware that the Israelis had bigger weapons than they had admitted testing, just not this big. We've also kept a few things from them."
"MOAB II and III, the N and Na versions of them and 25,000 mile delivery with ten foot or better accuracy."
"How do you kno… Never mind. You wouldn't tell me anyway."
"Correct. I may be out of the service but I'm not out of the loop."
"And some of your 'that's impossible' solutions are paid for with information."
"No comment. Schedule on the generators being restarted?"
"About …"
"ATTENTION! ATTENTION!! Generator One will be spun up in ten minutes. Generator Two will follow ten minutes later if One is OK."
"At least the announcement is at the estimated restart time."
"My kids are probably already awake but I should give them their 'good morning' kisses."
"Especially if that announcement woke them up."
"They've had worse wake ups. This one isn't pleasant but they don't need to get armed after it."
---
"That announcement isn't a good way to wake up."
"It's not. But I hear your Daddy in the hall."
"Does anyone want a 'good morning' kiss?"
"All of us! Momma first."
"Yes, Crissy. Line up in reverse alphabetic order."
"School already?"
"Yes, Lisa. Lessons of some kind every day. Some are more obvious than others. Think you could do 'COP' for Charlie this morning?"
"Yummy! But not until I get my kiss."
"OK, Alicia."
---
"You seem distracted, Jack."
"I am, Sarah. The world is a very different place this morning."
"The world?"
"Syria launched missiles at Israel this morning, their time. The Israeli missile defense worked and they responded with big neutron bombs - the kind that kill people but leave buildings and other infrastructure intact and produce no fallout. Iraq and Iran also launched and experienced the same results. Saudi Arabia, Egypt and the UAE all stood down their forces and requested high level talks. The Palestinians were told to go far and fast and don't stop before you get to Egypt. There's been massive migration since."
"No demonstrations?"
"Only one. Ended by a small tactical neutron bomb that took out the entire group."
"Surely Russia would have jumped in on that."
"They did, going on about their 'innocent Muslim friends attacked by warmongering Israelis'. Israel replied 'we can reach Moscow' and nothing more has been heard from the Russians."
"What now?"
"Our new President sent a message of support to Israel. Congratulations on overcoming a multi-nation attack. Offer of aid - the most likely thing they'll need is food, which we will have little of until enough things are working to have big farms planting and harvesting. Expect the Israelis to take over oil production in the de-populated areas. We might have a friend in the oil business."
"That would be a good thing."
"I think the kids are about finished with the cooking. We should go see Charlie."
"I'll get the cart."
---
knock. knock.
"Who's there?"
"C."
"C who?"
"COP."
"Yummy!"
"Don't leave, Tompkins. We have extra bowls."
"Thank you, Ma'am. I know how good this is."
"Coffee's in the Thermos."
"I'm in heaven."
"Mr. Tompkins, you're as silly as Daddy!"
"You're smiling, Charlie."
"You're good at that, too."
"Momma, Daddy. What's going on? It doesn't seem bad, just that you're still trying to understand something that happened."
"Let me draw a map, Charlie, and I'll tell all of you what happened a few hours ago."
---
"So a little country is telling some of the big countries what to do?"
"Yes, Maddie. They're basically saying 'Leave us alone and we'll leave you alone'. Listening to that would be the smart thing to do when the little country has the biggest stick and the meanest dog in the neighborhood."
"Some aren't listening?"
"Most are, Crissy. One started arguing until Israel said 'We can reach your capital city'. That stopped the arguing for now."
"We'll get oil now?"
"Probably, Alicia. We need power to run the pipelines and refineries and we need people to do the work."
"Other people need us."
"They need someone who can do the work, Amelia. That someone does not have to be you. You could train other kids."
"I guess so. But we're here and we know how to do this so we need to finish it."
---
knock. knock.
"Yes?"
"Mr. Wilson, it's Springer."
"What are you doing up?"
"Even being in this wheelchair is disobeying my doctor but I wanted to say 'Thank you' for all of you staying until you could complete the work here."
"We were just discussing that, along with the changes in the world this morning."
"The biggest thing I see in that is that we will get oil. As the power plants get back on line, the refineries can run and the pipelines can be used and there'll be fuel for farming if there are enough people to do the work."
"Same things the girls were talking about. How soon can the kids get back to work?"
"Chris was by earlier. He thought they'd have enough clean boards for you to start about 20 minutes from now. He's willing to do the 'scratch test' if you want it."
"If he's willing to do that, he's confident that the boards are clean. I'll accept that for now. Lisa, you may not want to wear that knit sweater when you're working on the boards."
"Oh, yeah. The pulled threads last time. I have a khaki shirt."
"Then we'll all go brush teeth and you can change to 'work clothes' before we go to the workstations."
---
They've finished the lesser boards and are just working on the type one and two boards. With three girls doing the majority of the chips and the other two girls adding the two chips that require turning the board, they did four in eight minutes. That's 30 an hour. They'll probably get close to 100 boards done in the next three hours. I should see if anyone has the actual numbers so we'll know when we can head home. I think we're close to finishing.
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There are 142 boards remaining. That's just under five hours at their current rate. I'll ensure they take their breaks today. If they're not tired enough to be making mistakes, they can work into the fifth hour and finish. If they need to stop, they'll need less than an hour in the morning to finish. They'll be happy to have completed their task. I'll be happy that they've had yet another opportunity to learn and grow. I should check with Dr. Adams. Charlie can be in a reclined seat going back, but is that acceptable?
Time for a break.
"Girls, finish the board you're working on. Time for a break."
"But…"
"No buts. You started with 142 boards today. You're completing about 30 each hour. That's five hours. It'll be too late to leave then, so we could be here a little while in the morning for you to finish. If you're tired and make mistakes, it'll take twice as long for each of those boards."
"If the break time doesn't change which day we leave, we might as well stop. Something from Grandma Hazel's box of treats?"
"Yes, Crissy."
"Yummy!"
"Remember to wash your hands before you eat."
"They smell kinda bad."
"I think that's the residue from the cleaners that were used. I was assured that it wasn't harmful, but probably doesn't taste any better than it smells."
"Definitely gonna be washing."
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Amelia?"
"Charlie would probably like a treat."
"I have a question for Dr. Adams so get one of the wrapped brownies out of the box for Charlie and we'll go."
"A wrapped one?"
"Yes. One you can't filch bits off of on your way to the infirmary."
"I'm busted - but don't you say what you did last time!"
"Answer a riddle for me?"
"OK."
"Why is a little girl's chest like an untuned piano?"
"I dunno."
"They're both flat."
"Daddy!"
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knock. knock.
"Who's there?"
"Choc."
"Choc who?"
"Chocoholic."
"You brought me a brownie!"
"You know how to brighten the day of a kid restricted to bed, Mr. Wilson."
"I have a question about that, Dr. Adams."
"Yes?"
"The girls will have finished what they came here to do either late today or first thing in the morning. The trip back is about two and a half hours. The seating is a reclining bus seat…"
"In that tank-sized truck out front?"
"Yes."
"I think Charlie is OK to travel but she'll likely need something for the headaches that motion will bring on. These tablets should help with that. One every four hours, with a second one 30 minutes after the first if one isn't enough. You should be home before she needs it again. I've removed the IV's so that's one less thing in the morning. I assume that truck is noisy inside?"
"Yes, but we have earplugs. The kids used them and napped on the way here."
"Then give her earplugs and keep her hydrated. That shouldn't require much liquid input if she's reclined or asleep. It has restroom facilities?"
"Bucket with a toilet seat on top, but they've used one before."
"Better than behind a tree when it's cold enough to make ice."
"Amelia, back to work. No more longing glances at Charlie's brownie. You've already had one."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Here, Amelia. The last little bite."
"I love my 'twin sister'."
"More correctly, you love chocolate and some of that love rubs off on anyone who offers you chocolate."
"Daddy!"
"That's true for both of us, Amelia."
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If you didn't know they were nine, you might think they were just from some small-statured race. They are so serious about getting this done. It's good that they can focus that well but I'll be having them break early for lunch. They may be wound a little too tightly to keep doing wel…
"Oops!"
"Girls, boards down."
"But…"
"No buts. I told you at the start that if you were tired enough - or in this case wound up enough - to be making mistakes, I'd stop you. For now, you'll have an early lunch. We will talk about 'want' and 'need' again."
"Huh?"
"This work needs to be done by noon tomorrow. You want to finish it in time to go home today. That won't happen. The earliest we can leave is tomorrow. Every time you push to do something faster, you risk getting it wrong and it taking longer. When we come back, I'll get with each of you and we'll check the board you just put down. If there's one mistake from pushing too much, there may be more than one."
"So we just lost 30 minutes because we're in a hurry?"
"At five minutes or so for me to check each board, probably a good estimate, Maddie."
"We gotta stop trying to hurry."
"Correct. See if you can come up with some ideas while we eat."
"What are we eating?"
"PB&J on fresh bread. Chocolate milk to drink."
"Comfort food."
"Yes, Amelia. A lunch that has good memories associated with it. Something to help you unwind from 'I gotta'."
"You are the best Daddy ever!"
"But your mother fixed lunch, Maddie."
"She's pretty good too."
---
Talking about what might help them unwind and slow down has gotten them unwound. Sometimes they just need to let things out. I'd like to do lap time and naps for all of them but they'd not get back to work until after supper. I think they're OK for a while. I might split the upcoming work sessions and have two 30 minute sessions with a brief break instead of an uninterrupted hour for each one.
The 30 minute sessions are working. I can see the tenseness building in some shoulders but a short break and a tickle chase around the tent does get them smiling again. Definitely getting my exercise chasing them. It's time to stop them for the day. There are about 20 boards left, so less than an hour in the morning. Then we pack and leave. I'm ready and I'm certain they are.
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Wednesday, 22 December, 4:10PM
"Girls, finish the board you're on. Time to stop."
"But…"
"I know there are only a few boards left. I also see 'tired' on some of my favorite faces. You'll be able to finish these in less than an hour in the morning while everyone else gets packed. Then we go home. Pushing to do them now will not change when we leave. "
"OK."
"Would like to go swimming before supper?"
"Yes!"
"To our quarters for fresh clothes. You get to shower twice."
"And lots of hot water!"
"You'll throw us?"
"Yes."
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They've run down. That's good. An hour nap before they get to cook and share supper with Charlie. Maybe Springer if he's up to it. I'll check that when we get there.
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Wednesday, 22 December, 5:40PM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Wake them all and cook something simple from the LTS stocks. Then to see Charlie. Gentle alarm clock for all? I think so.
"Hi, Sarah."
"Nice wake up, Jack. Take care of your daughters."
"Your wish is my command."
"You goof!"
"Hi, Alicia."
"Nice wake up, Daddy."
"Hi, Amelia."
"Nice wake up, Daddy."
"Hi, Crissy."
"Nice wake up, Daddy."
"Hi, Lisa."
"Nice wake up, Daddy."
"Hi, Maddie."
"Nice wake up, Daddy. You have stuff out for us to cook?"
"Yes. All of you go read the recipe and see what part you can do."
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"Supper's good. Thank you, sisters."
"You're welcome, Charlie. You gonna sleep here tonight or with us so you can pack in the morning?"
"We're going home?"
"Yes. Dr. Adams said it was OK for you to travel. If the motion brings on your headache, I have the medication to control that. Remember to tell me as soon as it starts. A bad headache plus motion could have you puking."
"I'll tell you, Daddy. I'm listening this time. I can sleep with all of you tonight?"
"I'll check but I think you may."
"Goody! I'll get a story and a goodnight kiss."
"I'll let you walk with us until you're tired and then I'll grab your ankles and drag you the rest of the way."
"Daddy! I won't be faking if I say I'm tired. Columbo let me go pee by myself today. I did OK but I went to sleep as soon as I was back in bed."
"Remember that when we get home and your mother or I tell you that you're not ready to do something."
"I will."
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Two stories because Charlie had missed some. They're all finally calmed enough to be in bed. I didn't set the clock in here when the generators came back up today. It's showing 11:17. That's fine. They have no idea what time it is and the push of trying to 'do it faster' has them more tired than the first day. Hopefully, we'll have another quiet night and they can complete their task in the morning. Set my alarm.
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:24:31 GMT -6
Thursday, 23 December, 5:50AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Up and get dressed.
knock. knock.
Who's at the door at this hour?
"Yes, Watson?"
"Sir, if you'll wake your family. Breakfast will be served in 20 minutes."
"Thank you, but why?"
"Explanation when you're all there, sir."
"Then I'll go wake them."
"Someone made breakfast for us, Jack?"
"For all of us, Sarah, according to Watson. You have time to dress and run a comb through your hair."
"Then you wake the others."
"We don't hafta cook?"
"No, Charlie. Just go eat."
"Let's go!"
"I know you've lived in your jammies for a few days, but maybe you should get dressed for this?"
"Oops!" ---
"Link active in five minutes, Colonel."
"A projection screen, Tim?"
"Something you should see."
"Countdown running, Colonel."
"Mr. President."
"Sit down, Jack. Good morning, Wilson family - at least those of you at this location. This is also being seen at your home. The security cameras at the plant are active any time there is power, including from the diesel. I want you to see a brief review of what these impressive girls accomplished this week. From the stacks of boards in the storerooms to the workstation area in the standard configuration then through the modifications you made to that standard. Then the adaptations you made when one girl couldn't help. Then the stacks of repaired boards. Then the generator controllers being loaded with the finally clean boards and the display of full power available from all generators in Central Control.
"I'd like your permission to use the detailed video from this as a training video for other people who may be brought in to do this work at plants in the US. I might have asked that you do our next plant but we have a request from Israel to teach them to do this work. If you're willing to do so, workstations similar to what you have been using will be installed in a building at your farm. Solar power and your choice of heating will be provided. The students would be staying in their own trailers and preparing their own meals. You'd only be responsible for the teaching. The students are about your ages - we do need small hands to do the work - and will have chaperones to care for them. They all speak English fluently so language will not be a problem.
"This does not require an answer now. I was told that you'll be finished with all the boards at your location in an hour or so. Thank you very much for being there to do the work, for putting up with people who wanted to harm you and for seeing the process through to the end. Thousands of people owe you for the lights they have now and will have over the next few weeks.
"Merry Christmas and may Santa be good to all of you."
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"They want to use the videos to show others how to do it?"
"Yes, Lisa. My kids did good work and you did it much faster than anyone thought you could. What you're doing in the video is the best way anyone has found to do the work."
"We'll be teachers if we say 'yes' to the other people?"
"Yes, Amelia, but I think it will be more like showing a friend how to do something - maybe like jumping rope? Isn't that easier if someone shows you how they do it and you try to copy them?"
"That's better than being behind a desk and talking all day."
"I think the best teaching you can do for this is hands-on. You have a board. Your student has a board. You show how each chip is removed and replaced and your student does it as you do it."
"That's easy! It really will be like showing a friend how to do something."
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"I'm Watson. I'll be your server today. I recommend the cheese omelet with bacon or sausage. Our hot beverages are coffee, hot chocolate and Earl Grey tea."
"Is there an alternate menu?"
"Yes, sir. Breakfast MRE."
"I'll take the omelet with bacon and coffee."
"And you, Miss?"
"You are in your role today, Watson. The omelet with sausage and the Earl Grey."
"Yes, Miss?"
"You're silly, Mister Watson, but it's fun. Omelet with bacon and hot chocolate."
"And you, Miss? ..."
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I don't think the kids have had this much snickering and giggling in days. Good for their 'uncles' in the military. I think those 'uncles' have enjoyed being with the kids and not shooting or being shot at for a few days. The remaining boards will be finished by the time the bicycles are loaded and that trailer hooked up to the lead Humvee. Someone obviously pointed the cook to the recipe book. This omelet is on page 37. Whoever cooked this did well with the limitations of the pantry here. And there's the chef. Dr. Adams looks the part with his fake mustache curled at the ends. More giggles over his fake French accent. At least the send-off is positive. I'll be happy to get home with no interruptions. They've all finished. Time to get them back to work.
"Girls, thank the chef and your server and then it's back to work for a little while."
"Thank you."
"And you."
"And from me."
"And me."
"Me."
"Me too."
"Wash your greasy fingers and brush your teeth. I'll go with you to the workstations and your mother will pack your things. When you finish the boards, we go."
"Gotta stop and tell Dr. Springer bye."
"OK."
"And thank Dr. Adams for making Charlie better."
"OK."
"What do I do while they're working?"
"Charlie, you'll be riding a long time and that may bring back your headache. You should stay here with your mother and rest or read or nap."
"I understand. I don't like it, but I understand."
"Thank you, smart girl."
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Backpacks loaded. Charlie's medications in hand. Trailer of bicycles looks odd behind a Humvee with a .50 on top. Someone's bringing out a tarp? Excellent! That'll keep the bikes mostly clean on the way and hide what's on the trailer from the other kids. Every little bit of positive surprise is good. The clouds look like snow. The prediction was for a day or two before or after Christmas. Today is two days before. The vehicles in this convoy aren't known for their luxury ride, but their high ground clearance and all wheel drive will get us through any snow we're likely to get. The girls have finished their goodbyes and hugged 'their soldiers'. Shawn asked if they'd check the workstations one last time for anything they might have missed earlier. Sneaky way to get them there for presentation of awards - a circuit board in clear plastic with each name and the dates they were here. Also for Sarah and me. Springer still looks a little pale, but he was there for the awards.
We're loaded and rolling. It's snowing at the house. The trip home may take longer because there are blizzard conditions west of home and the storm is moving at about the same speed we are. The last forecast ended in a question: "Can you drive by Braille?" I'd guess a one-meter-resolution GPS could keep us on the road whether the road is actually visible or not, but seeing a downed tree across the road might be a good thing. Sarah made PB&J sack lunches while the kids finished the few remaining boards. We have comfort food for lunch, some self-heating MRE's for supper if we're on the road that long and we can always fall back on the boat rations if we're stuck somewhere overnight. The girls won't be happy with the bucket in the corner if the trip is longer but I think they'll agree that the bucket is much better than squatting in the snow. And our driver says we have snow. Lift each girl so she can see out the small, high windows.
"Can we get home in the snow, Daddy?"
"Yes, Alicia."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Tell me what's bothering you."
"We were out with our Momma in the van and it snowed a little and we couldn't go. The tires were spinning but the van wouldn't move. I don't wanna freeze out here!"
"In my lap. These vehicles are made to go through mud and snow and many other things. They can get through snow so deep you couldn't walk through it. Our drivers are more experienced in all kinds of weather than Mindy was. We'll get home."
"You're sure?"
"Yes. Head on my shoulder."
"OK."
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'Is she asleep, Daddy?'
'Yes, Amelia.'
'She told me about that time in the snow. They slept in the van and they just had their coats and a plastic tarp. She said she woke up because her hands were so cold they hurt.'
'Then she's in a good place right now.'
'Un huh! Your lap always makes us feel safe.'
'How's Charlie?'
'She went to sleep after you gave her the stuff for her headache. She was all tucked into herself like she was cold so I covered her with my coat and her coat.'
'Thank you, sweetie. Your body temperature drops when you're asleep which is why we sleep under some type of cover. She's still recovering from the infection so her body temperature isn't as stable as normal. The coats are a good solution.'
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We're slowing down. Not a lot but definitely noticeable. Ease Alicia into her chair and use her coat for cover. Snow is much heavier. Visibility probably less than 100 yards. It seems we've met the front edge of the blizzard conditions. Tompkins says our ETA has been moved out two hours. All the kids are napping. Wake them and feed them lunch? No. Let them wake on their own. I'd guess one or two of them will be responding to "bladder alarm" soon anyway.
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"Gotta pee! Oh, yuck! The bucket."
"Crissy, let me hold you so you can see out. You want to use the bucket or squat in the snow?"
"The bucket is better than icicles on my butt. Hold me so I don't fall over when the truck moves funny?"
"Yes. The 'moves funny' is probably the truck being hit by some strong wind and moved to the side."
"It's kinda scary."
"Scared the pee out of you?"
"Daddy!"
"Made you smile."
"You're good at that."
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"Hold me while I go, Daddy? The truck is awful squirmy."
"Yes, Amelia. With strong winds and snow on the road, I'm sure our driver is having lots of fun fighting the 'squirmy'. Hold on as you walk through the truck. Each of you come get your turn and then I'll lock the bucket back against the wall so it doesn't get turned over. Whoever checked it at the hydro plant failed to lock it down when they put it back in."
"You won't hafta hold us next time?"
"No, Maddie. You can hold on here and here. Here's some hand sanitizer for you. Clean your hands and we'll eat lunch."
"It's gonna be longer getting home?"
"Yes, Michelle. Probably another two hours."
"Can't they go faster?"
"Didn't you just say something about the truck being 'squirmy', Amelia? Maybe you don't want to mix squirmy with faster?"
"Less squirmy is better."
"Then lunch and I might read a book."
"Yes!"
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We've slowed more but we're still moving. I doubt that anything less capable than a military vehicle would be moving out here. The Colonel's Cougar has moved to the front to break trail, followed by our Cougar, followed by the Humvee with the fuel trailer, followed by the Humvee with the bicycles. After the Cougars go through with a slight offset, the road's clear enough for the smaller trailers to get through. I can barely see the fences on either side of this narrow road. Someone will be clearing a path at home for chores tonight and in the morning. I think that someone is named Jack. I'm NOT looking forward to that, even with the tractor. I should plan on mounting the front blade and checking the hydraulics in tonight's hand-numbing 14 degrees, then making a pass out from the barn and another back in. Probably need some heat for a tractor that old before starting it. I think there's a heater in the lower radiator hose - a leftover from the days of abundant power. It's about 600 watts. Use that to get the tractor warm relatively quickly for tonight's snow moving. We're not tapping the barn power for anything else, so maybe not too much drain. Did I see one of the magnetic block/pan heaters out there also? If so, it's probably in the 200-300 watt range and would be a better option for overnight. I should look for that and see if it's enough heat to get the tractor started in the morning. Either way, it's good that some of the additional batteries were installed in the barn. We'll be charging all the battery banks tomorrow if the snow continues as predicted - and cleaning snow off the panels if there's sun. There's a straw broom with the head at 90 degrees to the handle specifically for cleaning the panels and the broom's handle is 20 feet long. No ladder needed.
On second thought, we'll be dealing with severe cold and snow for a week or more this time. Who knows what January will be like? I need a better solution for warming the tractor. Another quick double-wall tent out of tarps with a little heater in it? Don't need 70 degrees, just above freezing. Borrow the box stove from the bunkhouse? Yes. It can be used elsewhere as long as the LP lasts to warm Bill and Hazel. There's old stove pipe in the workshop in the barn. Is there enough? Have to measure that when we get there. Need a fireproof floor - well, duh, the floor is concrete, just need to clear it for a few feet. And some heat shields for the walls. Some sheets of foil-faced insulation board will work for that. More things to look for or find alternatives for. Sarah's correct - I am always working on multiple things at once. For tonight and maybe in the morning, use the heater in the radiator hose or on the block. Work on the long term tractor heat solution tomorrow when there's enough light see things in the buildings.
Tompkins just said '30 more minutes'. With the clouds, it'll be near dark when we arrive. They should park the convoy in one of the Quonset huts for the night. No sense in going back out on the roads in the dark. That would also allow me to hide the trailer of bicycles - as far as the other kids know; it's just part of the convoy. I'll talk with Tim. They could build a room with hay bales for walls and a tarp for a ceiling in the barn or the horse barn and have hay as a cushion and insulation under their sleeping bags. More comfortable than any of the vehicles. The insulated walls and draft-blocking ceiling will trap body heat. Also warmer than any vehicle.
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"Sleep in the barn, Jack? That actually makes sense. Your hay bale plus tarp room would be warmer than the vehicles - no cold metal surfaces to get against as you sleep. I'll have them back the trailers into the Quonset hut and drop the small one. If any of the other kids see it, it's just another military trailer. If the snow keeps up at this rate all night, we'll need serious snow moving equipment to get back to base. Did you get the D-12 CAT at the logging site?"
"No. Didn't see a need for it in what we're doing. If you can refill the tank for me, the tracked frontloader might work to move three feet of snow, just slowly. Once you're at the site, you'd be trying to crank a very cold diesel engine."
"You're welcome to whatever fuel is left in our trailer. It was designated for the convoy to the hydro plant and we're not home yet. There are jumper cables in each vehicle and we can leave the vehicles running to keep the batteries charged. There are also cans of starting fluid in the tool compartments of all the vehicles we're using. We should be able to get the D-12 started by using some flexible pipe to run vehicle exhaust under the D-12's engine to warm it, albeit slowly. We'll be rotating one vehicle into place for the jumper cables as often as needed. Once the CAT's running, that could be one of the warmer places - big engine, lots of available heat, small cab."
"It needs lots of heat. That cab is almost all windows, so no insulation. I told the others that you'd probably be staying the night. Supper will be ready 'soon'. I'll power up the hose heater on the tractor so it'll be warm enough to start without breaking after we eat. Then I'll clear enough snow that the kids can do some of their chores if the temperature doesn't drop too fast - milking for certain. I'll be doing that again in the morning but I think a double-wall tent over the tractor and a small wood stove would be better long term. We have plenty of wood."
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"We gotta milk when it snows?"
"Yes, Lisa. You wanted fresh milk so you get to do this. Remember that Petunia and Daisy will hurt of it isn't done."
"I know. I just don't wanna be out in the cold."
"I don't either, but I'll be on the tractor very soon to clear paths for those doing chores - whether barns or chicken house. At the rate the snow is coming down, I'll also be doing that in the morning. However, if the temperature is below 20, some of the adults will be doing your chores because you do not have adequate clothing to be out long when it's that cold. I'll also be out with the front loader to clear a path for the troops to get to the logging site where the big bulldozer is parked. They'll get that started and use it to clear the road so they can get back to base."
"That's gonna be cold!"
"Yes, Jenny. I'll be in Bill's heavy coat and gloves and in multiple layers of clothes. Plus a hat that covers my ears and a balaclava for my face."
"We'll be bundled like that to play in the snow?"
"Yes, Sammy. But you'll be in many layers - your clothes and maybe plus an adult's clothes plus an adult coat. In addition to the cold, it's very windy. You'll spend ten minutes getting dressed to spend 15 minutes outside. Then back in to get warm."
"That's not very long."
"It's not, Alicia. I think you might agree with my times after your first trip out."
"Not ever!"
"Clear the table and help with the dishes. The adults will get the extra layers out for you to put on."
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"Are you done putting stuff on me? I can barely move!"
"I think you might be exaggerating a little, Michelle. See the clock?"
"Yes. It's ten after."
"We'll call you in fifteen minutes from now."
"Are you sure we can't stay out longer?"
"I'm sure."
"OK. Better than not being out in the snow at all."
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Knock! Knock!
"Yes?"
"Did you forget about us? I'm freezing!"
"You may come back in, Alicia, but you'll stay inside until we're sure your fingers and toes and other parts are warm enough."
"I wouldn't be so cold if you'd called us on time!"
"What time is it, Michelle?"
"It's twenty after."
"What time did you go out?"
"Ten after."
"How long is that, Alicia?"
"Ten minutes… Oh. You didn't forget. It's just really, really cold!"
"Mugs of hot chocolate for all of you to wrap your hands around."
"Thank you, Momma."
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Alicia?"
"I'm sorry. I really did think you forgot about us. I've never been anywhere that was this cold before."
"I think most of you needed a lesson in how cold it was. The temperature reading and the wind speed don't mean much to you, but you'll remember a lesson that your body taught you."
"For a long time! I almost can't feel my toes."
"All of you out of shoes and socks for toe check."
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"They're all cold but none are blue, Jack."
"Kids, partner up with two or three more and put all your feet over a warm air register. Oldest reads to the others at that register."
"There'll be warm air?"
"Yes. Joe just refilled the firebox. We're burning more wood to stay warm so it must be loaded more often."
"Feels better like this!"
'You have them caring for the younger ones again, Jack.'
'And the younger ones will stay there for the entire story - which ensures that all those little toes will be warm.'
'Sneaky but effective.'
'Whatever keeps them safe.'
'What about the evening milking?'
'We'll see what conditions are after we eat. Unless you're willing, I might be plowing snow again so someone smaller can get to the barn. It's still coming down hard.'
'Are the roofs OK with that much snow?'
'It's mostly sliding off. I'll turn on an outside light and you can see what's building up beside the house.'
'Guess there are multiple advantages to a metal roof.'
'Especially when it's pitched steeply enough to manage the snow without our intervention.'
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"Tim, we'll be eating in shifts. The kids will collect part of your troops for the first 'sitting' and the rest of you when the first group finishes. Chili and cornbread. Lots of coffee. Fresh milk if anyone wants it - we've had six fewer milk drinkers here most of the week so there's plenty. We'll have more when the milking is done after we all eat."
"I'll be milking, Daddy?"
"No, Lisa. The limit for kids doing chores is 20 degrees because you don't have proper clothing. It's 18 out there now so your mother and I will do the chores. There is serious winter clothing that will fit us."
"Thank you, Daddy."
"Just taking care of my kids."
"Being your kid is the best thing that ever happened to me!"
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"Jack and Sarah?"
"Yes, Joe?"
"Water, sewer and power are run to the school trailer per Jack's sketches. The plug coming out of the box by the kitchen counter can reach the outlet above it and is long enough to allow for the Kill-a-Watt in-line. We got Hazel's opinion on how well things were lit and moved two droplights a couple of feet. The hooks are still in place at the original locations if they work better. We need Sarah's approval to call it finished, but I think class could start tomorrow."
"Grandpa Joe! Not on Christmas Eve!"
"Why not, Amelia? You've all been out of school for weeks. You have a lot of catching up to do. You probably should be out there after lunch on Christmas Day, as well."
"NO!!"
"Amelia, your Grandpa is correct."
"Even you, Mister Colonel?"
"Yes, Celia. Even me. You'll learn more tomorrow."
"Daddy?"
"Sorry, Maddie, but the Colonel is right. You'll learn more tomorrow."
"It might be easier if you told us a little now and we could start getting used to part of the idea."
"You heard a little, Lexi. Class starts tomorrow. You don't yet know what that 'class' will be about, so you know 'a little'."
"Momma?"
"Amelia, you know your teacher is anxious to have you back in class after missing so much school."
"Great Christmas this is turning out to be. Enough snow to build snowmen and forts and stuff but too cold to be out long enough to roll the first ball for a snowman. And going to school on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day!"
"We don't have unlimited choices in what we eat or in what we do, Sherry. You might find that things aren't as bad as you think."
"Yes, Poppa."
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"They're gonna sleep in the barn?"
"Yes, Leah. But not just putting sleeping bags on the concrete floor of the barn. They'll use the hay bales to build a 'room' that will block the wind that gets around the doors and other openings of the barn. That hay also acts as insulation to keep the heat in."
"What heat? You didn't sat they had a stove."
"Heat from that many bodies in a small space. They'll put a tarp over the top of the hay bale walls to trap the warm air that would otherwise be lost ..."
"Can we see it?"
"Is it worth getting all bundled up again, Michelle?"
"Make pictures when you go milk?"
"I can do that. I also need to check on the heater for the tractor."
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"Why are you moving bales over there, Watson?"
"You need a warmer space for the tractor. Bales for three sides of the room. Tarp for roof and door. There are enough of us to do that faster than you could with the tractor."
"That's true."
"There's a pipe thimble in the barn wall there, so we moved the stove Bill told us about. There's wood in the carrier."
"Thanks to all of you."
"No, thank you for supper and a warm place to spend the night. I've slept in Humvees and Cougars in the winter. The hay bale room is MUCH better. Bill told me about some of the things they set up in the school. 'Class' on Christmas Eve may be the best Christmas Eve most of the kids have had in a long time."
"They need to have some unexpected positive things happen."
"I'd be pleased to be in 'class' tomorrow. I think the kids might be bouncing off the walls."
"I'd be happy if all them are smiling most of the day."
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"Show us the pictures!"
"First the milk gets taken care of. Some of you might want hot chocolate in the morning."
"You did the milking, Daddy. I'll help Momma with the milk."
"Thank you, Lisa."
"The pictures?"
"When the milk has been put away. While we wait, I'll copy them from my otherwise useless phone to the laptop so you can all see."
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"The sleeping bags are up on hay bales."
"Think that might be warmer than the concrete floor?"
"Un huh!"
"Why does the door zig-zag?"
"Any wind that gets in the barn won't have a direct path into the hay bale room. Wind doesn't turn corners very well."
"The ceiling's kinda low."
"There's not much room between the sleeping bags."
"Remember that the heat is being generated by their bodies. Maybe a small room is easier to heat?"
"You didn't wait for tomorrow. We're already having 'class' on staying warm."
"No, I'm just answering questions from my curious kids."
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"Story time. Jammies, brush, floss."
"Yes, Daddy."
"You vote with your hands tonight. This book in the series we were working on? Hands down. A chapter of 'Dr. Dolittle'? Hands down. Dr. Dolittle it is."
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"Go pee. Smallest bladders last…"
"That's me and you, Lexi."
"It is, Paige."
"When all of you are empty, we'll be by for hugs and kisses."
"Daddy!"
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"Jack, how long was the list you left here?"
"It looks like this, Sarah."
"You got all of that done, Dad?"
"Not as much as it appears to be. There are multiple items, but not all that many. Just that there are two or three possibilities for each one."
"Such as kids choose and bring the tree if the snow isn't bad?"
"Yes. The way the snow came in today, it's good that Bill and I believed Dawkin's forecast and got the tree cut and in the school trailer before lunch. Hazel had the kids busy with cooking and sewing so they didn't notice what we did."
"What about decorations?"
"All us old people talked about decorating a tree when we were kids and I read some excerpts from Jenny's 'Family History'. Jenny and Lexi were very taken with the idea of blowing an egg and decorating the shell. I wondered if you could put a small LED in the shell to light them but I did not mention it. Your plate may be full just breaking trail."
"I like the old plus new idea of lighting the decorated eggshells. I agree with the possible lack of time. If we don't get it done this year, it can be part of our new traditions next year. If the kids get the eggshells decorated, they can be hung without any lighting. They'll still be unique. We may need to feed the furnace during the night or when we wake up cold. The thermometer on the back porch was showing 12 when I brought the milk in."
"Jack, is the stuff the nukes kicked up making things colder?"
"The particles block sunlight, Hazel, so less light and heat get to us. I think we can expect this winter to continue cooling for a while. I'll check with Dawkins on the long range forecasts - if anyone is willing to guess at them."
"'Guess' is probably correct, Jack. There hasn't been stuff much kicked up into the atmosphere by nukes since the above-ground tests in the 1950's. Plus the nukes used by Russia and China were larger and there were many more of them."
"Yes, Joe. A lot of the forecasting will be more of an educated guess than we're accustomed to. In a year or so, the forecasters will have a little historical data to work with and might be reasonably accurate again. Meanwhile, it's been a long day and I'm looking forward to sleeping in my own bed again, as soon as I get the furnace loaded for the night."
Load the furnace. Check on my kids. All are asleep. None were sure if they liked any of the suggestions about 'class' tomorrow. Actually several subjects. History. Music. Cooking. Family traditions. I expect some exasperated "Daddy!" responses during the day tomorrow. That's OK. I think they'll have fun with what's been planned. Need to get out a couple of DVDs for the season. Think on that while I set my alarm. Better make some notes.
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 16, 2016 18:25:02 GMT -6
Friday, 24 December, 5:10AM
Beep!Beep! Beep!Beep!
Enough of that. Get into the clothes that stayed in the bed with me. Then into not quite as warm boots. Glock. 'Nerd' light. Get a coat as I go downstairs. It's noticeably colder than previous mornings. Open the firebox and gently bring the coals back to life. Should have been here at least 30 minutes ago. Need to do that in the morning. Flames are big enough to load in bigger wood. Glad that Joe and Bill moved as much wood into the basement as they did. I'll be plowing before I can use the wood cart to get more here from the woodshed. More than 20 cords seems small when the morning is this cold and the snow has gotten deep enough overnight to need plowing again. I'm done here. Back up for the balaclava, hat and a heavier coat.
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The troops are up? Guess they usually are. It's almost warm here by the tractor?
"Morning, Jack."
"Morning, Tim. Your guys stoking the stove for me?"
"Had them on four hour watches during the night. They kept a small fire going to have a place to warm up after watching out the loft door for an hour. I thought it would also ensure you could get chores done today."
"Thanks, Tim. I probably should have thought to move the frontloader inside to make it easier to start."
"All our vehicles were run ten minutes every hour. The exhaust was directed under the frontloader. Not as warm as in here, but it should start."
"I think you folks may want to get back home before it gets colder."
"And before the snow gets deeper. Another 12 to 18 inches today, probably starting before noon."
"Then let me get this tractor that's close to my age running so I can do basic snow plowing for chore access, then I'll get the frontloader to lift and dump the snow off the road."
"If you can get it to less than a foot, we'll be fine with the Cougars leading the convoy."
"I'll plow between the buildings then tell Sarah the paths are clear. The thermometer showed 8 when I came out, so no kids doing chores today. Have your people eaten?"
"Yes, Jack. Breakfast MRE's - not up to your breakfast menu standards but they were hot."
"When I finish this, I'll get a refill on my coffee and get the frontloader going. I'll need some help at the gate."
"We'll be watching."
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"Working already, Jack?"
"Yes, Sarah. Have Joe do wake ups. The paths between buildings are clear. Tim's people were on watch overnight and kept the stove fed in the hay bale room they put together for the tractor. More like starting it on a fall day than in a blizzard. I'll take a refill on coffee and a couple of biscuits with me. I have frontloader duty until the D-12 CAT is going."
"What about the fuel?"
"Refilled from their trailer."
"You have a radio?"
"FRS, but with the antenna system we have they're good farther out than I'll be. Something bothering you, Sarah?"
"Nothing I can put my finger on. Maybe like your 'nagging feeling'."
"I'll check in every half hour. I don't expect to make good speed with the amount of snow that's on the road. I'll be loading the bucket, dumping it, backing up for another load. The idea is to make two tracks the Cougars can use and they'll knock down what's between the tracks so the Humvees can get through. It worked OK getting home in less snow so it might work if the frontloader can get the snow in the tracks down to a foot or so. We'll know in the first hundred yards."
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"I thought that thing had heat, Jack?"
"It does, Joe, just not enough for today's conditions. I was out every 20 minutes or so to clear the buildup on the wipers and scrape some of the snow off the moving parts. I couldn't have done it without Bill's coat and gloves. I'm cold and my fingers are a little blue but I still have sensation in fingers and toes."
"I guess the Colonel is gone?"
"Once the D-12 was running, its 12 foot blade made a road of snow only six inches deep. Always nice to have proper equipment."
"You had to lift and dump snow on the way back?"
"Just at a few drifts. Otherwise I'd still be on the road. There are two five gallon cans of diesel on the back of the frontloader. They filled the tank and then the two cans to ensure I'd get back if the snow got worse. It hasn't, but the temperature isn't rising much. It was eight when I came out and is now up to nine. Other than going to 'class' the kids will be inside today. I need more coffee."
"Would a cup of Earl Grey work?"
"You, Mrs. Wilson, are a queen among women."
"You, Mr. Wilson, are full of it today. But I'll put up with that to have you back safely."
"Your 'nagging feeling' still there?"
"Yes. And nothing that I can identify."
"Let me go check that there are no problems with our temporary spaces in the barn. The stacked hay bales could have gotten knocked over during the exit. There could be a problem with the stove in the 'tractor room'. Ten minutes unless I call on the radio."
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The military bunk room is OK. Now the tractor. What do I smell? Hot plastic! Not good. The tarp is against the stove pipe. Maybe a gust of wind caught it and broke the rope that was holding the right front corner down? We're fortunate it's against the pipe near the wall and not the body of the stove. The pipe is hot enough to melt the plastic but the stove has places hot enough to set it on fire. It's clear. Scrape off some of the melted plastic with pieces of scrap wood. That's as good as I'll get it. Now to replace that tiedown and double the rope on the others.
That was way too close. We could have lost the barn, the cows, the feed, the tractor, its implements and some of the horse-drawn implements. I need to make a "machinery warmer" in one of the Quonset huts. There's room to do that and have plenty of distance from flammable things. But not now - almost time for "class". Close the damper and let the stove burn out slowly and go back to the hose heater - or the block heater, need to see if it provides enough heat - to keep the tractor warm enough to be started. I will be plowing again today and for the next several days. I'll be bringing the charger around more often but it generates its heat outside the barn.
"What's that smell, Jack?"
"The source of your 'nagging feeling'. One corner on the tarp that's the door to the tractor room broke free of its tiedown - maybe a gust of wind as I left the barn earlier? Anyway, the plastic tarp was against the stove pipe and melting. On the bright side it was against the pipe near the wall and not the body of the stove which might have been hot enough to set the plastic on fire. Thank your 'nagging feeling' for saving the barn, the cows, their feed, the tractor, its implements and some of the horse-drawn implements."
"It's a very good thing that you followed up on that."
"My ladies have an excellent track record of being aware of things that might be a problem."
"As in?"
"As in Maddie knowing there were people on both sides of the bus on our way here."
"You paid attention to a kid."
"A very capable kid. Speaking of kids, isn't it about time for class?"
"Yes. Dad got the heat going earlier so the space is ready for students."
"Do we hafta?"
"Yes, Sammy. All of you 'hafta'. Bundle up. An adult will check you over before you go out. I know it's only 25 feet to the door, but you will be properly bundled before you go outside."
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"It's colder than yesterday!"
"My eyes are already watering - and it's making ice!"
"Hurry up and go inside!"
"It's warm in here!"
"And on this table are the treats that Rachel, Paige and Shannon made for all of you."
"Yummy!"
"Thank you!"
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"What's behind the curtain, Momma?"
"That's the practical application of the history lesson you'll have today."
"History? Yuck."
"We said there'd be class today, Crissy."
"I know."
"Dad, if you'd demonstrate?"
"Yes, Sarah. Some of you have probably heard the 'ting' of a glass gently tipped to another glass. Some make better sounds than others do."
"They're made of different stuff?"
"Yes, Cyndy. Glass is mostly sand with small amounts of other materials included to change the color or the texture."
"Like some is blue?"
"Yes, Celia. And some glasses make the 'ting' sound while others make a much nicer sound like this."
TING
"That's different! How?"
"They add a little bit of lead - like the lead in the batteries we use - and it changes the glass so it's more musical. Other things can be made of leaded glass and they will also have that musical quality. Like this ornament."
TING
"I never heard an ornament before - except the windup music box ornament my Granny had."
"Yes, Jenny. There's a set of these. A wreath, a bell, a tree and a candle. Careful, it's heavy."
"It sure is! Does the lead make it heavier?"
"That's part of the weight. It's also a thick piece of glass. That also affects the sound it makes."
"Momma, you said history lesson. Are these old?"
"Yes, Lexi. Those are older than I am. They've been in the family a very long time."
"Aunt Hazel is next."
"Do any of you remember how the tree was decorated in the Little House books?"
"Popcorn strings."
"Holly berries."
"Paper stars and snowflakes."
"Paper chains."
"Have you ever made any of those?"
"The paper chains at school. None of the other things."
"Anyone who hasn't done paper chains?"
"Me."
"Me."
"Me too."
"Amelia and Maddie will work with Paige, Rachel and Shannon on making paper chains while Sarah and I work with the rest of you on cutting out stars and snowflakes."
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'This is going well, Jack.'
'Yes, Bill. Curiosity works wonders with kids who want to "do".'
'You think the other will also work?'
'How could it fail?'
"Time for a break, kids. Wash your hands. The next treats were made by Cyndy, Leah, Celia, Debbie and Hannah."
"These are yummy too!"
"Thank you!"
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"You've tried some of the hand made decorations from the pages of 'Little House'. The others require needle and thread and my youngest students know that I don't have thimbles to fit their fingers. Sorry, you three, but you'll be helping keep those doing the sewing supplied instead of doing the sewing. Maybe next year. For sure the year after that."
"Yes, Aunt Hazel."
"The popcorn is several days old, so you may not want to nibble on it. The holly berries are not edible - except by the birds. They will make you sick if you sample them. I'm sure these same words were said in the Little House, they just didn't make it to the book."
"The popcorn's not hard to do if you go through this part, but you gotta be gentle not to tear it when you pull on it."
"The berries are harder and they make your fingers kinda red."
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"When you finish your chain, hang it here and go wash your hands."
"Yes, Aunt Hazel."
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"Now you get to see how these ornaments are made. These are fragile, so be very gentle."
"It's an eggshell?"
"Yes, Celia."
"How do you get the egg out without breaking the shell?"
"That's what Jenny and Lexi will show you."
"First you carefully make a little hole in this end of the egg. Then you use a piece of wire to break the yolk and mix it with the white. Then you carefully make a little hole on the other end of the egg and you blow the egg out of the shell and into the bowl."
"Is this why we've had a lot of scrambled eggs?"
"Yes, Sherry. We needed some eggshells to practice with and we needed some to show you how we did it. There are eggshells and little paint brushes and glitter and glue and more stuff on the other table. I'll show you how I paint one and Lexi will show you how she does the gluing with lace and stuff."
"Do you ever break one while you're painting it, Jenny?"
"Yes, Michelle. I had to learn to be very gentle. Gluing stuff is even harder 'cause you wanna press harder to make it stick and that doesn't work."
"How do you know which lines to do in which color?"
"I draw it on paper, like this. Then I copy the green lines where they should be and the red lines where they should be and so on."
"How do you know which lace to use and where to put it, Lexi?"
"I try different things on this tennis ball. It's lots bigger, but the lace stays in place because of the texture so I can try things without any glue until I like what I see. Then I hafta adjust the pattern for the eggshell being smaller and a different shape."
"Do we get to try?"
"Yes, Hannah. Paige, Rachel and Shannon get hard boiled eggs to work on. The empty shells are just too fragile for little hands. Shannon was our guinea pig. She's gentle but the eggshell doesn't survive the artist getting excited, regardless of age. The rest of you can try an empty shell. If you break it, there are more hard boiled eggs."
"If you want to experiment with the lace before you start gluing, I have more tennis balls."
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'Sarah, our seven year olds are 50-50 on breaking the shells but that's probably very good.'
'It is good, Jack. Jenny said she broke three of the first ten she tried to paint.'
'Considering the frustration level I see on the faces of some of those with a tennis ball, getting what you want there isn't easy.'
'Easier than the eggshell. I tried all of these and I'm very impressed with what Jenny and Lexi accomplished. I never knew nine year olds could have that much patience.'
'We have some impressive kids.'
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"When you finish what you're working on, wash your hands. Our oldest kids also made treats for all of you."
"Yummy!"
"Thank you!"
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'Lunch is a "don't care" today because the treats had serious nutritional value in addition to being good.'
'That's what Aunt Hazel and I looked for in the recipes. When they finish this snack, you can make the announcement and move the curtain.'
'I get to start the 'fun' part.'
'As if they hadn't been laughing and giggling most of the time they've been out here.'
'And there's more 'class' for them to be involved in.'
"Kids, someone asked earlier what was behind the curtain. Its something that needs your help."
"A Christmas tree!"
"It's a tree, but it doesn't look much like Christmas. Stop! There's an order for putting things on the tree. The chains we can't use again. The stars, snowflakes and especially the eggshell ornaments can be used again. First the chains. The adults will help because only Sammy can get close to reaching the top of the tree. Paper chains now. Start at the top and circle down to the end of the chain. Start there with the next one. And the last one. Good so far?"
"Yes!"
"Holly berry chains. Start at the top. Go to the next chain. And repeat until all are on the tree. Also good?"
"Yes!"
"Popcorn chains. From the top. The next chain. Repeat. Good?"
"Yes!"
"Now stars and snowflakes. One from each of the makers. Tell me where it should be if you can't reach it. Repeat until they're all hung. Good?"
"Yes!"
"Now the eggshells. There's a bowl for the hard boiled eggs. They're too heavy to hang. One eggshell at a time. Tell me where you want it. Repeat until done. Better?"
"Yes!"
"Did we miss anything?"
"Presents!"
"But you didn't talk to Santa."
"We gave you lists. You said you'd call him on the radio!"
"It's Christmas Eve. Stuff from him comes after you're asleep. Sorry, no presents."
"The ones we made!"
"You made presents for yourself?"
"Daddy! The presents we made for each other!"
"You mean all the packages behind this sheet?"
"Yes!"
"You may not open anything now. I MIGHT consider letting you open ONE package before bedtime. Wait until bedtime to ask. It might be my choice of package. You're still in school. There's more class. Sarah?"
"If you'd help me with these?"
"Power for the keyboard and the little guitar amplifier. The words are on the TV."
'Jingle Bells! ...'
They're too involved in the music to ask where our instruments came from. Something I asked Tim about and their 'uncles' in the military scrounged for us. Each of them gets a recorder from 'Santa' so they will all be able to play along at some point - the school supplies were also a source of gifts.
An hour of singing has them hungry again so they all ran for the food when I said "Treats". When they come back, I have a book for them and then some more songs. I did some "Whose leg is the longest?" tickling and measuring with a cloth tape this morning to know which bike will work for each one. I'll get Sarah to help me with the bicycles. We'll get them off the trailer, seats adjusted, tagged with names and I'll pump up any low tires. The best place they'll have for riding is the empty end of one of the Quonset huts. It's cold, but no snow or wind. When the day has warmed up some tomorrow, we'll take them out. And they're back.
"We get a book and it's not bedtime?"
"Sometimes, Debbie. I think you'll like this one. Everyone make your nest."
I like the peace and quiet several feet of snow bring. It's even better after all the scary things the kids have been through this year.
"'Once upon a time…'"
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"I liked it!"
"Me too!"
"Would you like to sing more songs?"
"Yes!"
"Poppa?"
"Yes, Sherry?"
"Where'd the keyboard and the guitar come from? I know you've played guitar for a long time, but it was your way to 'wind down' and I haven't seen you with it here before today."
"I asked the Colonel if his people had seen a guitar and a piano or a keyboard anywhere they'd been. They got these for us - and you - for Christmas. It seemed better to get them out now than to wait until tomorrow."
"Yes! Let's sing."
"Frosty the Snowman …"
And we'll make it until time to start supper being a musical family a bit bigger than in 'The Sound of Music' but just as attractive and they sound just as good to me.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Lexi?"
"Thank you for my best Christmas ever."
"Christmas isn't until tomorrow. You've opened no presents. You don't know yet if it's the best."
"It's the best. I have a big family and all of them love me. I don't need any other presents."
"If you don't 'need' any presents, maybe you 'want' a hug?"
"Always!"
"Me!"
"Me too!"
"Enough! Line up here. All the other adults are in line with me. You can go from hug to hug to hug to hug to hug."
"Yes!"
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"Everyone who wants to cook needs to bundle up and follow me."
"Yes, Grandma."
"Yes, Aunt Hazel."
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"You've played guitar 'a long time'. I didn't know that."
"Sherry saw pictures of me before I joined the military. I was part of a garage rock band in high school: Jack and the Jungle Jumpers."
"Were you any good?"
"We cut one demo record before I enlisted. I still remember it. You want a sample?"
"Yes."
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"You are good, Jack! The guitar and your voice. No wonder you just glanced at the music that I was following so closely today. You may serenade me any time you wish."
"Lisa, Alicia. Bundle up, get your guns, check the cameras and go tell Jack and Sarah to come eat."
"Yes, Aunt Hazel."
"They're playing a CD?"
"I didn't see anything but Daddy's laptop and Grandpa Joe took that back in."
"It stopped. Momma's laughing."
"It's the same song but with Momma's name in it!"
Knock! Knock!
"Yes?"
"Aunt Hazel said to come eat. And where's the music coming from?"
"Come in and listen. Another verse, Jack? Maybe with different names?"
"Yes."
"I didn't know you could sing like that, Daddy!"
"I love listening to you sing my name!"
"No more verses, Lisa. Time to eat."
"Just a little longer?"
"No, Alicia. I might sing more later but not for very long. Kids need to be in bed before Santa gets here. We do have a fireplace with a brick chimney."
"If you were singing about Santa, I think I'd believe just to keep you singing."
"I think you're full of smoke and pee."
"Not my ribs!"
"Go here, but quickly or back to the house."
"Here. There's probably a line in the house. Everybody kept going back for more punch."
"I noticed. That's why I went for your ribs. Lisa?"
"Here. Better than the line downstairs or the cold seat upstairs."
"Wash your hands and we'll go."
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"Why did it take you so long to tell them about supper, girls?"
"Aunt Hazel, Daddy was serenading Momma and he sounds so good!"
"You never mentioned that, Sarah."
"I never heard him sing until today. And today I learned he had a band in high school. And they cut a demo record before he joined the military."
"A man of many secrets."
"And talents. He's still very good on the guitar."
"Can we sing more tonight, Daddy?"
"You may, Debbie. I'll do a history and music lesson. This is still the first day in your new school."
"History and music?"
"Yes. It even has mice in it."
"Mice?"
"After supper."
'I know where he's going with that lesson, Sarah, even if the kids don't. We'll get to be at the "Jack Wilson Unplugged" concert.'
'I know also, Aunt Hazel. I think the kids will have a new appreciation of that song when he finishes it.'
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"The dishes are done, Daddy. Tell us about a history and music lesson with mice."
"OK, Debbie. Many years ago, on Christmas Eve, a church planned to have a Christmas service. However, when they tried to use the organ - it was the kind you pump with your feet - they found that mice had chewed the bellows and the organ would not work. The priest wanted to have some music for the service. Because he played the guitar, he sat down and wrote a simple song that he could play and sing."
"Do I know it?"
"Probably not in the original German name of 'Stille Nacht' but you might know these words:"
"Silent Night …"
"That's so pretty when you play it, Poppa."
"Un huh!"
"Sing some more?"
"If I do, you'll be trading story time for song time."
"I'll do it!"
"Me too!"
"Me!"
"Then I'll sing. If you know the words, sing with me."
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"Isn't that song from a movie?"
"Originally from a musical on Broadway. It was the song the kids sang as they said goodnight and went to bed."
"I like that you sang it about us and used our names. It's almost like getting another goodnight kiss."
"So I can stay here and you'll go to bed?"
"No, you goof! I said 'almost'! It's not quite as good as the real thing."
"Then I guess I must do this terrible chore."
"You're silly! But you're fun."
"You should be in bed before Santa gets here."
"Are you sure, Daddy?"
"Amelia, what's that sound?"
"Little bells."
"And where's it coming from?"
"Upstairs."
"Maybe you should go upstairs quickly and check."
"OK."
"It's coming from the roof!"
"Hurry, Daddy! Upstairs and kiss us goodnight!"
"Yes, Shannon."
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"I wondered what the sleigh bells by the chimney outside and the rope were for."
"Bill's ringing them, Hazel. I wasn't sure how many would admit to believing in Santa at nine but I was sure none would tell the younger ones 'no Santa'."
"They're all more loving and caring than that. Amelia did have a rather surprised look on her face when she discovered the bells were outside."
"So did some of the others. If they ask me whether it was real, I'll just ask 'Does it matter?' and let them think about it. So let's do the adult option of a cup of tea while we wait for the kids to be asleep and then we move things for 'Santa'."
"Including the bicycles?"
"No, Sarah. We'll take them off the trailer at milking time in the morning and I'll do a quick mechanical check. We tag them with the right names and line them up in the Quonset hut. Might as well take the kids out there as there's no other place to ride. It's cold in the hut, but no snow and no wind. Those presents can be 'opened' after lunch - when they're full of warm food. It'll stretch the excitement of Christmas another hour - between talking about presents too big to be in the house and the short time they'll be riding before they say 'too cold'."
"Sounds good to me."
"Then I'll check on kids and see if we can move things under the tree."
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"Daddy?"
"Yes, Amelia?"
"How'd you ring bells on the roof?"
"Think back, shortstuff. I had coffee in one hand and my other arm around your mother. My phone is by the laptop because I only use it when I need a camera. Exactly how am I supposed to have rung some bells? With my monkey tail?"
"I guess you couldn't have. Momma had coffee in one hand and her other arm around you. Grandpa Joe was holding Paige and Celia. I could see Aunt Hazel was putting stuff away in the kitchen. Uncle Bill was cleaning the ashes from the fireplace. I guess none of you did. I gotta go to sleep!"
"Goodnight, Amelia."
"Only Amelia was still awake. She asked how I rang the bells. I had her think about what all the adults were doing. She did and then said 'I gotta go to sleep'. The shovel and brush covered your other actions very well, Bill."
"The rope was jammed, Jack. Maybe ice up in the chimney cap? Whatever, I couldn't move it."
"Perhaps we had wind gusts at opportune moments. We should put presents under the tree."
"The things they made are out there in the big stack. They forgot about opening one present tonight when you were singing to them and with them."
"They'll just have one more to open in the morning. What about the clothes and shoes?"
"All wrapped and tagged and under the stack of 'empty boxes'."
"I don't think any of them will venture out in the morning before we're awake but I'll set Tillie on watch by the back door. We absolutely do not want a kid in pajamas out in this weather."
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"That's the last of them, Jack."
"Didn't take as long as I anticipated. That's good. I'll feed the furnace and take my turn at 'brush and floss'. I'll set my alarm a little earlier to have the house warming before eager kids start piling out of bed in the morning."
"I think this may be my best Christmas as well."
"How so, Sarah?"
"Serenaded by a handsome man with an incredible voice - and I'm married to him."
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