Chapter 29


       In the door. In the house. All about like roaches. And those trucks with the network’s logos polluting sight and mind. Impatience. The impatience that eats grace. What’s so great about efficiency. What does it get. This is awful.

       Celia checked her thought storm. The violation brought upon her would shatter the serenity of her bath in the great lion footed tub. Then she thought about thought. That it was not talking to yourself quietly. She thought what would be the plan. The resistance. How do you fight back an invader in such a way that they don’t even know they have an enemy. That they, THEY in truth are under attack. That their numbers make them vulnerable. Their strength weakness. Sophistication ignorance. Blindness.

       Bath over. Constituency. The most powerful force in the theater—the seamless ensemble cast. Celia was up, dry, dressed and out of the house in what felt like an instant. She cruised around town on her way to the P.O.

       They were everywhere. Like roaches. She noted their positions. Though some were taking breakfast back at the motel, some were in Babby’s. There was a tech truck out front indicating the cafe might be targeted as an early victim. Hopefully Babby won’t start shooting.

       She got to the P.O. And loaded up quickly with Miles’s help.

       No doubt Miles had weathered a thought storm as well. He had produced an enormous amount of data already. Their numbers, how many tech trucks, officers, objectives and resources.

       “How did you get all of this, Miles? This is stunning.”

       “I’m smarter than them all put together Celia. They’re the dissatisfied wannabes I left in Connecticut. Nobody shows 

themselves more quickly than a phony. I detest a phony. You betcha.” 

       First stop—VFW/Morris. Morris was up, alert, and in his realm taking stock.

       “Last spring ahhhh, last spring 2 years ago, I started having some trouble with wiring and some overturned trash cans and whatnot. Turns out it was woodchucks. Caught ’em in traps and relocated them where they were not my problem. Guys could do a lot of damage when they want to.” Morris swept away as if the activity was a region of his brain. Something restorative, centering, about a good sweep.

       “You didn’t kill the chucks, Morris?” Celia begged in sincere concern.

       “No no, c’mon, just moved ’em. Relocation. Relocation. You know.”

       “U huh. Why we talkin about chucks, Morris?”

       “How’s it going with Bo Hickles? He’s a good man ya know.”

       “I know. It goes well. Who knew decent men like Bo, and maybe you, even existed. Why we talking about Bo, Morris?”

       “Does he know? About us? The hideouts?”

       “I know I should tell him but....he’s like a warm bed when you don’t want to get up to go to school. You think I should tell him? He’s a lil’ busy with a harvest now.”

       “I need his help.”

       “What can Bo do?” Celia asked, draining her coffee.

       “Special forces, baby, special forces.”

  "Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate — we cannot consecrate — we cannot hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation shall have a new birth of freedom and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."