"You know what I'm saying?" she said. "Poverty is not the problem, but the solution. We need to look for the lie, friends, look for the lie.
"Listen. Y'all. I got to be gone. I can hear the pitter-patter of little jackboots on my walk. Lou and John will have to stay the night with me. Seems that we're out of time. No more tokens to play today.
"Here's that Jack Browne I was promising. Lives In The Balance. I've been waiting for something to happen. Y'all be good.
"Until tomorrow - stop obeying."
Elana saw Paul Novotny pull in front of the beer truck.
She saw Woodbury County Sheriff Jeremiah Williger driving slowly past.
From her second floor perch she noticed the navy blue Ford and the two insurance men who could have been Federal Communications Commission agents in another life. The springtime morning air chilled the sweat on her forehead.
She closed her eyes, sucked down the pancake aroma from the Nebraksa Cafe below her and considered her good fortune.
Her living room was full of plants and radio machinery, second-hand stuff, microphone, mixing board, transmitter, cart machine, CD players she had picked up at a ham operators swap meet during the Sturgis Rally summers ago, all on a bare, shining hardwood floor.
The antenna ran up the inside wall to the roof and connected to the line running up the side of the First Security Tower, giving her use of the largest building in the city.
They were getting close. She felt it. She thought about staying off the air for a while.
Returning to the office living room, Elana shook her head to get the sticky hair out of her eyes.
Holding her cup with both hands in front of her face she stepped close to the poster of a bridge in Prague hoping to see her father.
The laminated newspaper columns and her diploma from the "U" attempted to fill the south wall and cover the pockmarks in the legal pad-yellow texture.
She moved in swaying elephant steps to the bookshelf, uneven strips of boards from the alley Dumpster supported by chipped bricks and concrete blocks.
She had lifted them from the FirstStar Bank construction site on Western Avenue and hauled them up the two flights in her backpack on successive August solo Hamm's Lite party nights.
"Listen. Y'all. I got to be gone. I can hear the pitter-patter of little jackboots on my walk. Lou and John will have to stay the night with me. Seems that we're out of time. No more tokens to play today.
"Here's that Jack Browne I was promising. Lives In The Balance. I've been waiting for something to happen. Y'all be good.
"Until tomorrow - stop obeying."
She saw Woodbury County Sheriff Jeremiah Williger driving slowly past.
From her second floor perch she noticed the navy blue Ford and the two insurance men who could have been Federal Communications Commission agents in another life. The springtime morning air chilled the sweat on her forehead.
She closed her eyes, sucked down the pancake aroma from the Nebraksa Cafe below her and considered her good fortune.
Her living room was full of plants and radio machinery, second-hand stuff, microphone, mixing board, transmitter, cart machine, CD players she had picked up at a ham operators swap meet during the Sturgis Rally summers ago, all on a bare, shining hardwood floor.
The antenna ran up the inside wall to the roof and connected to the line running up the side of the First Security Tower, giving her use of the largest building in the city.
They were getting close. She felt it. She thought about staying off the air for a while.
Returning to the office living room, Elana shook her head to get the sticky hair out of her eyes.
Holding her cup with both hands in front of her face she stepped close to the poster of a bridge in Prague hoping to see her father.
The laminated newspaper columns and her diploma from the "U" attempted to fill the south wall and cover the pockmarks in the legal pad-yellow texture.
She moved in swaying elephant steps to the bookshelf, uneven strips of boards from the alley Dumpster supported by chipped bricks and concrete blocks.
She had lifted them from the FirstStar Bank construction site on Western Avenue and hauled them up the two flights in her backpack on successive August solo Hamm's Lite party nights.
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