| Dinnertime |
[Jul. 22nd, 2011|07:47 pm] |
Ruth Ann checked the casserole in the oven, and looked at the time. Another fifteen minutes before it was done. She dumped a frozen bag of broccoli into a strainer setting in a pot of boiling water, and covered it with a lid. Now to go find her son, which would probably take him as long as it took for the food to finish cooking, and for her to get it set out on the table before he was back, washed up, and ready to eat.
"Abigail, I'm going outside to get Josiah," she told her daughter. "If I'm not back up here by the time the buzzer goes off, would you go get your Aunt Riza to take care of the food for me, please?"
The ten-year-old looked up from her book and nodded.
With that taken care of, Ruth Ann hurried down the flight of stairs and stepped outside of the building, looking around. "Josiah!" she called, cupping her hands around her mouth, then put her fists on her hips. If he wasn't out on the grounds, then he was likely inside next door. |
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| Water Balloon Fight. |
[Jul. 22nd, 2011|08:33 pm] |
There had been notes attached to doors warning people on what day and time a water balloon fight was planned. Along with the information that for this purpose, anyone not doing yardwork while out and about at this time would be considered fair game. It also said that while some would be provided, it was also 'bring your own'.
On the appointed day, there are plastic buckets scattered around in stragetic locations. So, how many of the people that are about to get involved in this fight will do so on purpose or by forgetting and wandering into the area? |
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