Chattings

Sunday, July 30, 2006

The coffeehouse brought the usual rigmarole and conversational carousing. Out in the river valley, the sun began to sink, as most of the kids: Joe, Ben-Hur, Augustus, Rose, Bob B,. and Molly camped out at Sonic, seeing as they weren’t quite in the mood for mocha of any sort, and because seating was then limited back at the coffee shop.

Afterwards, Wallace, Curly, and Starr joined the group circled around an empty table on the coffeehouse patio. It was the council of the magpies. Talk rather burst in energetic cycles among the laughter and the revving of the street-race crowd (which had then officially taken over Sonic territory).

Molly began commenting on how nicely her hair was growing back, as compared to the length of Curly’s.

“Ah, my hair is finally longer than some of you. It can flap in the wind!”

And Rose whined after Curly’s cheese sticks from Sonic.

“Could I just have one?” She pleaded.

“But, I only have four,” Curly pouted.

“I have to have cheese sticks,” Rose announced to everyone shortly later, again.

“Oh, Rose!” Curly called to her, holding the desired edible in front of his face and taking a big whiff.

“Oh!” Rose grimaced at him.

Jimmy and Loraine joined them for a short while as well, and asked who was going to the Ozarks on Tuesday night.

“Oh, yes, I am!” Wallace proclaimed. “I’m there, all the way, baby.”

“Sweet!”

And Jimmy broached the subject of the next mission trip.

“Let’s go to the Appalachians,” Molly said.

“Europe!” Ben-Hur said.

“Europe. Yes, let’s go,” Loraine said.

“Well, they need it. London, man. They so need the Gospel.”

“Spain. How ’bout Spain. The beaches over there. They really need Jesus,” Loraine said.

Meanwhile, Bob B. kept making his rounds, cracking political jokes.

“Heh heh,” Joe would say absent-mindedly, every time he heard another one.

And the usual odd conversation excerpts:

“I love Bo. I would marry Bo.”

“He had no teeth.”

“Magnus was freaked out last night. He hates getting lost in the city.”

“A camel bike. It was a camel bike!”

“They can get married in Arkansas at fourteen without parental consent.”

“That’s disgusting!”

“You don’t have to be 21 to go on a cruise if you’re married.”

“You mean you could go on a cruise when you were 16 if you were married? Joe, let’s get married!”

“You have a pinstripe suit? That’s awesome!”

And thus the evening continued.