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i. Camille’s Providence (cont.)
…Is that Jenny’s Dad?
Gazing out the window, she’d noticed a boot. Four of them. And a man, two men, there across the street. Camille came closer to one of the large window panes and put the heel of a hand on its sill almost pressing her face to its dirty surface. Indeed they were CAMBIAN Officers. This was not unfrequent. Not in those days.
It looked like one of them was telling the other something, like Bible sales men standing at the sidewalk pondering a next kill.
Black, white and blue, dark blue. Their uniforms, cut angles with their unbending posture, as if pinched back at the shoulders.
One of them looked erect enough even…
…He’s holding a gun.
She couldn’t see their faces. They’d been waiting, indeed. The flailing pink of a mother’s robe came partially into view, the rest of her, blotted out by window mist Camille was swathing away at furiously. She’d been thrown out to the curb almost. The lady. And began to regain her stance to have an Officer steady her quickly. All black uniform, and that’s all Camille saw, not more than an articulately moving shadow through that dirt and of course, more condensation from her face. Neau heat settings. Yet.
He was holding her back. And again, they repeated a loop, and again, seemed to be waiting.
The husband. It must be.
A white face was beaten and bloodied. A man. From out of the house, finally. They were auctioning him off. Or maybe giving him a warning.
“Stand up sir,” stand straight up.
“You’re doing this, here, here!?”
“Yes indeed, we have reports of suspicious activity coming right from this location. Data Field says here you are in domestic violation.”
“What’s the violation?” cried Adele Simpson, his wife.
“Shut up Rose.”
“Sir, as an individual, you will refrain from speaking to your wife.” His voice clattered a bit through the VocalDisruptor. Sounded like someone trying to gargle glass.
There was a surge in her chest. I’ll go out, go out and…
Rachael ran out of her bedroom, stammered down the curving staircase onto the cold smooth floorboards of the foyer and peered out one of the front door’s little side windows. It wasn’t two men, but three, two PD Officers and one CAMBIAN Infantry.
Something was being arranged. The husband was being put into the center of the yard, of all places. The wife’s mouth was muffled by the black clad glove of the CAMBIAN Private.
“Rachael.” A steady, even voice.
She whipped around.
“What, not now, Una!”
“This is not for your eyes.” said Una.
What do you mean?
Camille didn’t know if she’d be right to say anything back to Una, being that, she has noticed a variety of behavior from her, despite being ‘invisible.’ It had been a good while since she’d beheaded the canary and proved Una could not ‘see’ her enough to be able to make a report, but who knew, better to be on the safe side, she thought.
Balking for a moment, Camille then simply rewet her lips and went back upstairs, however much she still fiend to know what was going on across the street.
She didn’t know what to do. Sit there and wait?
“I’ll go to the Mall.”
The wood of the bench kind of pinched her butt-cheeks when itty-bitty parts of her rear got caught between the slats. She was waiting for Blo-T, the next Transport out of Main-Line and into the gray area of now, Off-Line toward Springfield-Springfield. This was as opposed to the Oakland Community Springfield.
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