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Show 78 their rose bushes. Forced sale was always a step down. One old lady they told about, who'd been uprooted, just pulled her blinds and died. Simple as that. Someone found her a week later, sitting on the couch, her purse and umbrella in her lap like she was fixing to leave that place one way or another. By the time the meeting broke up, the seniors had all but marched on city hall and Channel 4 had an hour or two of film that didn't need any editing, in Dyna's opinion. "Tomorrow night on the 6:00 news," she said aloud as she pulled back the covers on her bed, "Oscar and the Liberty Park community are going to STAR!" She checked the clock on her dresser. It was past one, but in her bones she knew nobody was asleep yet, not even the guy from Channel 4 who'd begun the evening looking awfully bored. Dyna crawled into bed and extracted her journal from under the covers. Now, chuckling, she realized John and Amy never did leave to go dancing. They must have forgotten all about the disco. Hey, Journal! I forgot, too! Dyna scrawled beneath unfinished Entry #18. I forgot the middle and the end! Simpson would die!!!! On the other hand, I might have been right in the first place. Could be tonight was just the beginning! It was one-thirty when Dyna finally turned off her lamp and closed her eyes. |
