Explosion Part 2: Three – Two – One
“Technically, it’s a dingy not a boat. And why are you going to blow it up anyway?” April asked Alma about her intentions a few days after accepting the inevitable.
“I know what it is and I am blowing it up because I need to make some noise off shore and some light too. Got fireworks to go on top and a timing mechanism that’s outta sight. Just have to figure out how to get it out on the lake and swim back to shore before she blows. Any ideas?”
April considered this, “Have you asked Alice? I think she’ll know.”
Alma rolled her eyes until it hurt, “She’s angry with me for that bug incident.”
“I’ll do it. Be right back.” April ran up the stairs to Alice’s fortress and ignoring all set and written rules jumped into her room without knocking.
“What up meanie? Hey, got a problem for you . . .”
Alice turned a page in her romance novel and without looking up said, “You get another boat and tow the one you’re going to leave.”
“Oh yeah, great thinkin’ meanie.” April headed out but not without feeling the brunt of a penny loafer to her shoulder.
Later at the corner ice cream shop, Alma and old Besty sat to chat over chocolate sodas.
“So why do you need my brother’s canoe?” Betsy sipped her ice cream soda completely oblivious to the reason it was bought for her.
Alma bit her lip and redirected the conversation, “So Betsy, you have plans for the fourth?”
“Yeah! We’re going to my uncle’s in Idaho and . . .” Alma stopped listening and waited until words ceased leaking out of Betsy to ask one last question.
Upon returning home Alma set out to sharpen her tools. “Why you getting the lock picks ready? Oh come on, just let me help. I’m bored.” April had finished a large glass of red pop and was quite energized. “It’s the fourth right? A little stereotypical isn’t it?”
“Plausible deniability.” Alma said and both girls got to cleaning the set.
Alice came downstairs to refresh her tea and the girls looked up at her concerned. “Uhm, can you be more obvious?”
Alma, by way of distraction, piped up, “We need a wagon. Kiss some boy April and get a wagon. We have to get the canoe to the water.”
Both girls looked at Alice expecting a zinger for April to whine over but none came.
“Come on Alice. That’s right up your alley and an easy one too.” Alma encouraged the normalcy of their sibling rivalry and April, forever giving of herself in so many ways added, “Yeah! Where’s my whore joke?”
Alice took her tea and headed back for the stairs, “Just not myself yet I guess. I suppose I don’t want to know what you two are really up to anyway hunh? Dingy for fireworks my bum.”
After she’d gone Alma and April shared a look and a nod. No better pep talk had ever crossed their paths.
“You still have those brass knuckles, Alma?”
“Yep. Top drawer of my desk.”
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