Saturday night was a SVSC Wolves Basketball home game. College basketball was the biggest event in Spring Valley. They were playing the Central Missouri State College Mules. Since it was early in the semester, Clint was in good standing with his grades so he was able to participate in the game.
Mykel had never been to a SVSC Wolves sporting event, because he wasn't interested. He wasn't interested in sports high school, but part of that was because the Lemming Pond Wasp football team never scored during a game. It also didn't help his school spirit that the jocks like to bully him, since he was only five foot and had asthma.
Things were different at SVSC. He was friends with two basketball players, so he invested $5 in a SVSC Wolves sweatshirt at the campus bookstore and decided to make an appearance at a home game.
Since this was a home game, the Wolfettes were going to perform at halftime. Mykel wanted to see what Grace could do as a Wolfette, since she seemed to be the clumsiest person he had ever met in his life.
He walked, through the cold wind to McDonald Area from Bonner Hall. The rock salt on the sidewalk crunched beneath his feet, passing by the piled up snow, along the streets and parking lots, that were getting blackened by the passing vehicle exhaust. He walked inside and saw the girls, except for Grace, from the Bonner Hall, in front of the concession stand.
“MYKEL!” came a familiar scream, causing people to look for the person, who screamed, never guessing it had come from the mouth of adorable, blonde girl with a friendly smile. Sherry waved him over. “Come sit with us!” She didn't have to ask him twice. Mykel gated over to her like his feet were no longer touching the ground.
“Would you like something from the concession stand?” Mykel asked Sherry.
“I could go for some popcorn and Pepsi,” Sherry answered, then asked, “Are we going to get popcorn and watch a movie tomorrow after chapel?”
“Sure. I hope there is a good movie on,” Mykel said. “Or we will end up watching Harold Ensely catch fish.”
Henry walked in to the lobby and the group made their way up the steps, to sit in the upper cheap seats. Mykel had to get out his Primetine Mist Inhaler and take some puffs.
“Are you okay?” Sherry asked with concern on her face.
“I'll be fine in a moment,” Mykel reassured her, which brought back her sunny smile. He was beginning to notice another of Sherry's little habits. If she had a cold, fountain drink with ice, she would dig and stab the ice with the straw. Ever so often, she would shake the ice in her cup. Sometimes, sucking a piece of ice up into the straw, dropping it into her mouth and munching it loudly. It wasn't as cute as the little “da-da-da-da” song she sung while studying, but it also wasn't as strange as when she would rub her hands with witch hazel and peroxide.
“What are those things on that little table, with the Foremost sign on it, where the team sits?” Sherry asked, of an ice chest, provided by Foremost Dairy, filled with tiny, liquid, non-lethal, equivalents of Chekhov's firearm over the mantle.
“Those are little fruit drinks that Foremost provides for the team during the game,” Mykel explained. “Clint has brought some back to our room. They are pretty good, but you have to be careful. They are in these little, flimsy containers. It's like the drinking cups they give you at the dentist and instead of a cap, they have a piece of tin foil over the top.”
“I thought Foremost was a dairy,” Sherry said. “I didn't know they made juice.”
“Yeah, I don't know where the juice comes from,” Mykel quipped. “Unless it comes from fruity cows.”
Sherry laughed loudly, “You're so funny! They kind of look like Christmas decorations or toys from up here.”
There was an older couple sitting a row down from where Mykel, Sherry and Henry were sitting. Henry was sitting besides Mykel on the outside and Sherry was on Mykel's right side, with the other girls, Kathy, Debbie, Silvy and Carlene, were in the row behind them. They looked around at the group and gave them a disapproving look.
“I hope you youngsters won't make noise during the game,” the grumpy old man snarled. “My wife and I don't like it when you college kids cheer real loud.”
“It's a basketball game, Gramps! What are we supposed to do? Sit with our hands folded and whisper?” Mykel fired back at the old man.
“You can clap, but me and the misses don't like a lot of loud screaming and shouting.”
After the “Star Spangle Banner,” the teams came out. From the tip off, the Wolves controlled the ball, to a point that the Mules barely touched the ball during the whole game. Clint and Slick played and integral part in the embarrassing defeat of the Mules. It was the usual Clint to Slick, Clint to Roy, Clint to Danny, Slick to Danny, Slick to Lou. Slick hit two three shots and Clint hit three two pint shots, however, the biggest play of the game was when Clint passed the ball to Lou, a senior, and he shot a three from mid court, just before the half time buzzer. The game should have stopped at that point because the half time score was Wolves 50 and Mules 9. The Spring Valley State Wolves were whipping the Central Missouri State Mules.
The Bonner Hall students really got into the game and cheered loudly, must to the annoyance of the old couple. The old man turned around and shushed the group several times, but they kept on cheering. During one of the fantastic displays of Clint and Slick, the old man reprimanded Mykel and Henry.
“Do you have to yell at the players like that? They can't hear you!”
“I'm cheering on my roommate,” Mykel explained. “He is one of the two freshmen scoring points!”
“I hope your roommate isn't the Negro!” The old man growled at Mykel, who didn't find the comment very friendly.
“The Negro is MY roommate,” Henry spoke up.
The old man gave them a disgusted look, like they had just broke wind, and said, “What is this country coming too? This is what happens when you let a cowpuncher from Texas be President!” The old guy turned back around.
As impressive as the first half of the game was, half time was really memorable. The public address announcer said, “Ladies and gentlemen, the state of Missouri owes much of it's rich heritage to the American Indians, who settled in this area. Such tribes as the Shawnee, Kickapoo, Osage, Quawpaw and the Sauk, played an important part in our states history. So we, here at Spring Valley State College take great pride in presenting a tribute to the American Indian by the Spring Valley State College Wolfettes.”
The lights in McDonald Arena dimmed slightly and Grace walked forward, wearing a tan, fringe vest and fringe, wrap-around sarong, and a feathered headdress, spinning a fire baton, as “Apache” by the Shadows thumped on the loud speakers. She stopped and spun it over her head, tossed it in the air, and caught it. Then spun it behind her back for a few revolutions, then returned it to the front to spin it some more. She then began skipping around the court, still spinning the flaming baton.
Sherry said to Mykel, “She is so good at this!”
“I wonder if the the college realizes how dangerous it is to let Grace dance with baton that is on fire in a gymnasium filled with people?” Mykel joked.
Then, Grace returned to the middle of the court and screamed, “YEEE-WAAW-TAY-OH-WAHNEE!” The lights came up and the other Wolfettes ran out in matching vest and sarong, like what Grace was wearing. With the lights up, you could see Grace and the other Wolfettes had “warpaint” on their faces. A boy ran out on the court with a bucket of water and Grace stuck both ends of the baton into it, to douse the flames. Another Wolfette handed her a baton with bright, colored feathers on it and the music on the loud speakers switched to “Running Bear” by Johnny Preston. They began dancing, on one leg, skipping and spinning their feather decorated batons, like Grace had earlier, while screaming “Yeee-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa!”
The old couple got up and left, “Let's go, Honey! We don't need to see anymore of this vulgar display!” As the stomped out Mykel thumbed his nose at them and Sherry stuck her tongue out at them. Henry laughed.
The routine ended and McDonald Arena erupted with applause for the Wolfettes. The girls all smiled, bowed and curtsied to the appreciative audience.
“Grace, you were fantastic!” Kathy yelled. Grace's other friends were cheering and waving at her. She saw them and waved, blushing with pride, as she started off the court, waving at them, not realizing she was about to walk into the table where the Foremost ice chest held the little jugs of fruit drink. Sure enough, Grace blundered into it, knocking it over. Ice cubes were soon floating in a orange, grape, lemon and raspberry punch flavored river on the side of the court. Some men ran over and helped Grace up. That caused a slight delay to the second half, but that still didn't help the visiting team. The final score was the Wolves 102 to the Mules 28.
After the game, the group, braved the cold, and went over to Sam's Little Sicily to eat pizza. Clint and Slick came after everyone else. Grace kept complaining that her arm was sore. She had some rather large bruises on it.
“I think your arm is broke!” Kathy said. “We probably should take you to the emergency room.”
Mykel accompanied Sherry and Kathy as they took Grace to the emergency room at Ralph I. Dix Medical Center. Clint and Slick took Henry and Debbie back to the dorm with them. Before they left, Silvy stopped Slick.
“You are coming to church with me and Carlene, aren't you? We are having a basket lunch and a guest speaker. He's a young preacher, with the SCLC, who was beat up, by the cops, at the Edmund Pettus Bridge.”
“Sure, I wouldn't miss his witness,” Slick said, as he started out the door to Clint's Mustang. “I'll see you in the morning.”
Next morning, Clint got up and got dressed in his white, dress shit and tie. He then poked Mykel.
“You will be late for chapel,” Clint reminded him.
“I'm not going. I'm going to layout. We were over at Dix until 3 A.M.”
“Was Grace's arm broke?” Clint asked.
“No, They took X-rays, but her arm was just sprained and bruised. Kathy went in with Grace. Sherry and me were out in the waiting room, drinking the complimentary coffee and water. They had a TV in the waiting room and we were watching a movie on Dr. Cadaverine's Late Night Horror Show called Invisible Invaders, about aliens taking over dead people's bodies, but this cranky, old nurse turned it off, because it might frighten these two little kids that were in the waiting room. She turned it over to another movie on Channel 4, where Joan Crawford was a hooker in Pago Pago, being harassed by some old, cranky preacher. Personally, I thought that was much worse for a kid to see than Invisible Invaders. I also didn't know Joan Crawford was ever that young and pretty.”
“What were the kids there for?” Clint asked, as he polished his shoes.
“Their grandfather had a heart attack,” Mykel explained, still groggy. “Sherry found one of those Uncle Arthur's Bed Time Stories books and she suggested we should pass the time by reading to the kids, from the book. Some of those stories are kind of sad, although, there were some about bratty, little girls, which we said reminded us of her friend, Alice Schnatzsky. After reading that book, to those little kids, me and Sherry decided that was enough religion for this week. It was sad though, the parents, had went in with their grandfather, came out and told the kids that their grandfather died. Poor kids cried and I think me and Sherry did too. Between the Joan Crawford movie, Uncle Arthur's Bedtimes Stories, and seeing that...and that colored couple...the guy had been stabbed by some white guy. The old nurse, who changed the channel on the TV, almost didn't let them see a doctor. Cop showed up and talked to the guy's girlfriend. At first, the cop didn't seem to care either, then she gave a description of the white guy and it turned out he was an escaped psycho from the funny farm. He killed a teenage girl and her mom back in 1957.”
“Sounds like you and Sherry had some excitement,” Clint said. “What did they do to Grace?”
“Wrapped her arm in one of those stretchy, flesh-colored bandages and gave her some pain pills,” Mykel explained. “I was glad to get out of there. I told Sherry we may go to Hi-Boy later and then get some popcorn at Katz, for a movie on the big television downstairs. Hopefully, nobody changes the channel this time.”
“Do what movie will be on?” Clint asked, as he put on his heavy coat and prepared to leave for chapel.
“I have no idea, but that is part of the fun. Besides, it is a chance to be with Sherry.”
Mykel went back to sleep, until he heard the single, loud ring of the telephone, around 11:30 AM. He scrambled out of bed and answered the phone.
On the other end, Sherry informed him, “I just got out of the shower and as soon as I get my clothes on I will meet you downstairs.”
“Can I take a shower?” Mykel asked.
“Sure. Especially after we spent last night, shut up in the hospital waiting room with all those people smoking,” Sherry said. “I can't stand to smell cigarette smoke on my body. Wear a heavy coat, I think it is only thirteen degrees outside.”
“I'll be down as soon as I can,” Mykel told her, before hanging up the phone and taking a quick shower.
He put on a checked, long, sleeve shirt, jeans and his PF Flyers, went downstairs, where Sherry was waiting in the lobby in a dark, blue, turtle neck, sweater, tan ski pants and her white, Hullabaloo boots. She was thumbing through a Glamour magazine, that was on one of the tables in the lobby. She saw Mykel and she began smiling.
“Have you been down here long?” Mykel asked.
“No. I just found something to read while I waited,” Sherry answered, as she reached around Mykel and gave him a hug. Mykel gave her a squeeze in return. The warmth of Sherry's body and the scent of her perfume gave Mykel a comforting feeling, yet he couldn't help but think he was in a tantalizing dream and his mother would wake him up any moment to go to Lemming Pond High School. He help Sherry put on her coat and they walked out into the cold air and dancing snow flurries, to Mykel's Impala in the parking lot. Mykel hoped that it would start after sitting in the cold weather with out starting. Luckily, it started.
As Mykel backed out, Sherry took one of those little bottles, out of her purse, and dabbed some of that concoction of witch hazel and peroxide on her hands. She then powdered her nose, using the mirror, attached to the passenger side sun visor.
On the radio, The Lutheran Hour ended and after the oh-so serious, top of the hour ID, a jazzy tune played and a group of girls sang “It's the K-I-double-L Killer Countdown Show with your host, Lovable Lance Powers!”
“THANK YOU LADIES! I'M LOVABLE LANCE WITH SOME MUSIC TO MAKE YOU DANCE AND SOME HAND HOLDING KISSY-FACE MUSIC TOO. IT'S NOON AND A COLD SUNDAY AFTERNOON. SEVENTEEN DEGREES WITH LIGHT SNOW IN SPRING VALEY. IT'S TIME FOR THIS WEEKS COUNTDOWN OF THE MOST POPULAR SONGS IN SPRING VALLEY AND GREAT STUFF, INCLUDING NEW MUSIC FROM BARRY McGUIRE, BOB DYLAN, THE GENTRYS, THE WHO, ROGER MILLER AND MORE! TWO SONGS, THIS WEEK, ARE FROM HIT MOVIES AND ONE IS FROM THE MOST POPULAR NEW SHOW ON TELEVISION.. COMING UP LATER WILL BE A SONG FROM THE HIT MOVIE, FRANKENSTIEN VERSUS THE SPACE MONSTER, BUT WE START OFF WITH A SONG FROM A M-G-M HIT MUSICAL CALLED WHERE THE BOYS MEET THE GIRLS. HERMAN'S HERMITS SING THIS SONG IN THAT FILM. IT'S CALLED “LISTEN PEOPLE,” AT NUMBER FIFTY, ON THE K-I-DOUBLE-L KILLER COUNTDOWN!”
“I'll wait until you stop, before I put on some lipstick,” Sherry said with a smile. “You might hit a pothole and I would have Jewel of India lipstick all over my face.” She giggled and then asked, “Do you think that shiny, white lipstick would look good on my lips? Carlene and Silvy were wearing it last night and it looked really cool, but Alice has been wearing it and I didn't think it looked very good on her.”
“The only thing that would look good on Alice Schnatsky is a metal bucket over her head,” Mykel joked.
Sherry swatted Mykel's arm, in a mock scolding, while laughing loudly with her head throw back and her mouth wide open. “That was mean, but really funny!”
“You will be pretty no matter what you wear,” Mykel complimented her.
Sherry blushed and smiled at Mykel. Her eyes were dewy, as if she was about to cry. “Do you really think so?”
Mykel nodded his head up and down, “Yes, I do!” Mykel wondered why Sherry would have to ask him if he honestly believed she was attractive. He would have thought that a gorgeous girl, like Sherry, would have heard that every day, but then he got his answer as to why she seemed surprised by his compliment.
“Chip never told me I was pretty,” Sherry lamented. “He never seemed to pay attention to me. I often wondered if he even knew I was sitting next to him.” Sherry put her legs up in the seat and scooted closer to Mykel. “I'm going to put you on the spot. Do you think I'm pretty enough to be in movies or on TV?”
“As a matter of fact, I've always thought you looked like someone on TV and I figured out who it is,” Mykel said, without thinking about how she would take it. “You know that TV show, The Farmer's Daughter? You look like the actress that plays Katy on that show.”
“You mean Inger Stevens! Oh wow! That is so cool that you think that! That is one of my favorite shows on television. She is really pretty,” Sherry giggled. “I was afraid you were going to say I looked like Granny on The Beverly Hillbillies.” She then leaned over and kissed Mykel's cheek, which caused him to be so excited, that he almost struck a median strip that was pilled high with snow.
“I couldn't think of her name,” Mykel explained. “I knew she had an unusual first name.”
“There is a woman in Knob Knoster named Inger,” Sherry said. “Big, fat, German lady...kind a cranky...she is one of Dad's patients. For awhile, every time she had an appointment, she would bring Dad a gallon jar of sauerkraut. Mom told him to tell her to stop doing that, because we couldn't eat that much sauerkraut.”
“DEBUTING AT NUMBER FIFTY ON THE K-I-DOUBLE-L KILLER COUNTDOWN IS HERMAN'S HERMITS WITH “LISTEN PEOPLE.” I'M LOVABLE LANCE POWERS AND THIS IS THE K-I-DOUBLE-L KILLER COUNTDOWN, SPONSORED BY D-X GASOLINE WITH SUPER-BORON, MCDONALDS HAMBURGERS, WITH TWO LOCATIONS IN SPRING VALLEY, AND YOUR OZARKS PEPSI COLA BOTTLING COMPANY. RIGHT NOW ON THE COUNTDOWN, AS PROMISED, THE NEW RECORD BY BARRY MCGUIRE, THE FOLLOW UP TO “EVE OF DESTRUCTION,” ALSO WRITTEN BY P. F. SLOAN, COMING IN AT NUMBER FORTY-NINE IS HIS LATEST “CHILD OF OUR TIMES” ON THE K-I-DOUBLE-L KILLER COUNTDOWN!” Lovable Lance introduced the new song, as Mykle pulled into Hi-Boy's parking lot.
“I hope this one doesn't mention atomic war,” Sherry said. “That's not something I want to hear someone sing about. It hits a little close to home for me.”
“I noticed when the chaplain brought it up, in his sermon, last Sunday, you kind of got uneasy,” Mykel said. “Is that something that frightens you?”
“Whiteman Air Force Base is in Knob Knoster and that is where most of the missiles for the United States a kept,” Sherry informed Mykel, as she began applying her lipstick, once again using the mirror on the sun visor. “Everywhere you go, you see the missiles. You see them out the window of the school bus and you could see them from my elementary school playground. Let's face it, if the Soviet Union fired missiles at us, they would probably aim them right at Knob Knoster.”
“We didn't have missiles in Lemming Pond,” Mykel said. “Just aluminum boats.”
“Aluminum boats?” Sherry asked, with a giggle in her voice, as she put her lipstick into her purse.
Mykel then explained, “Supposedly, Lemming Pond is the aluminum boat capitol of the United States. I'm not sure if that is according to the chamber of commerce or the Guinness Book of World records.”
They got out of the car and walked across the ice glazed parking lot to the Hi-Boy entrance and sat down in a orange vinyl booth. They each took a menu and began searching for what they wanted to eat. K-I-L-L was playing on the overhead speakers and Barry McGuire was asking, “What will you grow up to respect, Tell me what will you grow up to protect, In you burning turning mind, You are your own worst enemy.” When the waitress came over, they both ordered a Hi-Boy burger, French fries, and Pepsi.
“Just so you know, we are Dutch,” Sherry told the waitress. The waitress didn't understand what she meant by that statement.
“Y'all enjoying yer visit to the United States?” the waitress asked with a toothy smile. This caused Sherry to burst into loud, uncontrollable laughter.
Mykel was laughing too, but managed to say, “Miss, my friend meant this would be on separate checks. We are students over at Spring Valley State College.”
When she went to turn in the order, Sherry began to regain her composure. “I thought everyone knew what it meant to 'go Dutch.' Especially if they worked at a place that served food.”
The ballsy voice of Lovable Lance echoed through Hi-Boy, “THAT WAS BARRY McGUIRE, AT NUMBER FORTY-NINE, ON THE K-I-DOUBLE-L KILLER COUNTDOWN, WITH 'CHILD OF OUR TIMES!' I'M LOVABLE LANCE POWERS AND HERE IS ANOTHER BIG DEBUTE ON THE KILLER COUNTDOWN! ONE OF THE LATEST NEW BANDS FROM MERRY OLD ENGLAND. WE'RE STILL PLAYING THEIR FIRST BIG RECORD, 'I CAN'T EXPLAIN', HERE AT K-I-DOUBLE-L AND AT NUMBER FORTY-EIGHT IS THEIR NEW WILD ROCKER. HERE IS THE WHO WITH 'MY GENERATION' ON THE K-I-DOUBLE-L KILLER COUNTDOWN WITH ME, LOVABLE LANCE POWERS!”
Mykel and Sherry laughed, giggled and snorted until their food arrived. They continued to laugh and giggle. Mykel ran through a catalog of impersonations for Sherry's amusement that included Groucho Marx, John Wayne, Boris Karloff, Lawrence Welk, Walter Cronkite, Lyndon Johnson and the cast of the Man from UNCLE. Later, they both ordered a hot fudge sundae. Mykel had considered paying for everything, but he was actually glad Sherry suggested the 'go Dutch,' because, if he had paid for both of their tickets, he would have been out $2.50. He looked in his wallet and saw he did have ten bucks left. He still needed to buy the King Sized Pepsi and giant sack of buttered popcorn at Katz for their afternoon of movie watching on the big color television in the student lounge.
There were two older women sitting in an adjacent booth. When they got up to leave, they walked over to Mykel and Sherry's booth and scolded them. “You two are loud and obnoxious! You ought to be ashamed of yourselves!” snapped one of the younger of the two women. They, turned and stubbed off, out the door, into the cold, icy, parking lot.
“And you are old and ugly!” Mykel snarled, as he watched them walk out the door. Sherry began laughing again, even louder than when the waitress thought she said they were from Holland. Mykel added, “Probably in her fifties.”
“Seems like older people in Spring Valley are crabby,” Sherry observed. “Remember the old man, last night, at the basketball game.”
“I'm finding out that there are people in this town that hate us college kids,” Mykel said. “It's like they don't want us here.”
“THAT'S THE WHO ON THE K-I-DOUBLE-L KILLER COUNTDOWN AT NUMBER FORTY-EIGHT WITH 'MY GENERATION.' I'M LOVABLE LANCE POWERS AND HERE IS THE SONG FROM THE HIT MOVIE FRANKENSTIEN VERSUS THE SPACE MONSTER. IT'S BY AN IRISH BAND CALLED THE POETS AND THE SONG IS 'THE WAY THINGS OUGHT TO BE' ON THE K-I-DOUBLE-L KILLER COUNTDOWN, WITH YOURS TRUELY, LOVEABLE LANCE POWERS!”
The waitress picked up the plates and discarded wrappers from the old ladies table, as the overhead sound system thumped with the bass guitar in the song. Sherry watched her and then reached into her purse, pulling a dollar bill from her billfold. “I want to give her a good tip since we laughed in her face. I feel bad about that now.” Mykel felt bad about it too, now that Sherry mentioned it. When the waitress came to get their money, Sherry gave her the dollar and Mykel gave her two dollars and told her to keep the change. The waitress was overjoyed by Mykel and Sherry's kind gesture.
“Thank you! I appreciate it! Those two old biddies, in the booth behind you, ran me back and forth with the coffee pot, complainin' about everything...then, instead of a tip they left me a callin' card, from their church, with a Bible verse on it!” the waitress explained. “I know yer supposed to be nice to old folks, but some of 'em take 'vantage of you. I know people talk bad about ya, but you college kids don't cause trouble like the older folks do.”
Mykel and Sherry left Hi-Boy and went over to Katz to buy the sack of popcorn and Pepsi. It really wasn't a pleasant experience to go to Katz on Sunday, because of the nonsense of the Missouri Blue Laws. You were only allowed in the grocery, drug, automotive sections and the snack bar and cafeteria. Everything else was roped off and, on this Sunday, they had added a new twist of covering the shelves with opaque sheets of cloth. Mykel and Sherry stopped on their way into the open portion of the store and gave the covered shelves a confused stare.
“Hey, you two! You are not allowed to look at merchandise in the departments forbidden under the Missouri Blue Law!” A middle-aged jerk with a buzz-cut and a pin, reading 'Manager,' on his vest, came charging over to where Mykel and Sherry were standing. “There is no shopping in this section on Sunday!”
“We weren't shopping, Baldy,” Mykel snapped. “We were try to figure out why everything is covered up. We couldn't possibly do in shopping with things covered up.”
“You are not allowed to look at this section! You are forbidden to purchase any of the merchandise or peruse the merchandise in any section forbidden under the Blue Law!” The manager with the buzz-cut screamed at Mykel and Sherry, as if they were dangerous criminals. He then began to go into details about the need to deter Sunday shopping. “We are initiating stricter store rules. You are not even allowed to look over the ropes, at the covered shelves, on Sunday. We may have to start putting up curtains to keep trouble makers, like you, from trying to shop in the forbidden merchandise sections of the store! Only the edibles and pharmacy sections are allowed to sell merchandise today. We also feel you should find what you need and not linger in the store...AND STAY BETWEEN THE ROPES!”
They started walking over to the snack bar area and Mykel began grumbling to Sherry in a low voice, “Jackass! I'm just glad they don't let that guy carry handcuffs and a gun. He would be dangerous.”
“Like we were talking about at Hi-Boy, he's another one of those cranky adults of Spring Valley,” Sherry said, as they each got two King Sized Pepsi bottles, which were on sale at four for a dollar.
They took them over to the snack bar and asked the girl, at the counter, for two of the jumbo buttered popcorn bags. She scooped the popcorn out of the popper and tied the bag at the top. As she was ringing the bagged popcorn and Pepsi up, she said, “I saw Oscar was yelling at you about something. Don't pay any attention to him. This is his first week as manager and he has let it go to his head. Last week, he was running the paint shaker in the hardware department. Why they made him manager, I don't know.”
Mykel and Sherry went back to the dorm. They went to the TV lounge in the basement, turned the color television to channel 11's Sunday Afternoon Movieland. They were soon eating popcorn and drinking Pepsi, on the big, green couch, as Red Ryder and Little Beaver helped a little boy injured in stagecoach accident and, after that, Charlie Chan had to figure out, who was killing the cast of a radio soap opera with poison cigarettes.
Mykel and Sherry heard some boys yelling and making a commotion. They had fell asleep, during the Charlie Chan movie, and three boys had come into the TV lounge, turned over to channel 4 and were watching a basketball game. They decided to go to Mykel's room and watch the rest of the movie on his TV, since it was in black and white anyway. They got to the room and found that the movie was already over.
WIP: DYNAMIC DUO OF THE OZARKS 