Mind the Time
Copyright© 2014 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 8
"I'd have to say, Junior," said Vee. "That was just a tad bit rude."
"I didn't know she actually liked him ... teens ... you know."
"Yeah ... I understand ... there are times when I hate my mom," Wendy said.
"Don't worry about it ... she hated me all through her teen years. She didn't get over it until she had you," explained Junior. "Children don't understand their parents until they're parents ... then it's Katie bar the door."
"What about... ?" asked Vee.
"My mom?" Junior shook her head, "She was so much older and she had the Twins first. I liked her ... she cooked ... and she was the first one to feed Company human food. The world lost a great lady when that bitch in the white house went power crazy." She sniffed back a drip. "And I think there's something about living in a swamp that twists ... look at the history books ... even their legislature ... there's got to be some weird kind of fungus under the fill dirt ... rots the good parts and leaves the greed.
"Hold on, I have to take this call," she fished a small pad out of her pocket, "Who?
"I need to speak to Wendolyn."
"Wendolyn Wanzor Austin?"
"Yes."
"Which one?"
"Oh ... the Fifth."
"Vee, it's for you."
"This is she."
"This is the Proctors Office," the pad said. "You took a test today?"
"Yes sir."
"A General Knowledge test?"
"Yes, Sir."
"By your self?"
"Yes ... why?"
"Where did you take it?"
"In the auditorium at school ... why?"
"Who was there?"
"Several Proctors ... or so they said."
"No one else?"
"No sir ... I was alone ... why?"
"One more question," said the voice on the other end. "Did you have any assistance?"
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