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their sector don’t reply but simply leave without another word.
Then a hundred questions get tossed around the room all at
once.
    Reagan has an uneasy feeling about the
new situation with Jay’s group. It doesn’t make sense. They should
want to stick with the town. This
will be like starting over again. Why would they want to? She also
doesn’t understand why he is being disrespectful of her grandfather. He seems angry, which is
ridiculous since everyone has been helpful with this man and his
group.
    “That could’ve gone better,” Derek says to
their small circle that includes Roy and Paul once they have
sequestered on the front steps of the town hall after the meeting
adjourned.
    “Seems fishy,” Paul remarks.
    John chuckles uneasily and says, “Yeah, man,
no kidding. I don’t think we’ve got the full picture of what’s
going on over there.”
    Kelly nods in agreement and says, “It feels
like they are hiding something. None of that even made any sense.
And who was that dick? He’s a little cocky for just rolling into
town, isn’t he?”
    Roy interjects, “He acts like he’s callin’
the shots over there.”
    John and Derek both nod. Grandpa does, as
well.
    “Something about it stinks. I hope we don’t
have problems with Jay’s group,” Reagan admits what she’s been
pondering.
    “You mean Sheriff Jay?” John jokes.
    As usual everyone chuckles at her nutty
husband. Leave it to him to lighten the situation slightly. She
wraps an arm around his waist as Roy leaves.
    “Want to walk me down to the clinic? I want
to check out our antibiotic supplies and add the ones that Cory
brought home,” she asks her handsome husband.
    One of the teenagers in their town, Mark,
jogs over to them. He came here with his family last year from
Buffalo. His parents are Caucasian, but he and his younger brother
are African American. They were orphaned when the first tsunami hit
New York and were taken in by new people who assumed responsibility
for them. The wife had led the family to find her grandmother here
in Pleasant View, but the grandmother passed away shortly after
they arrived.
    Mark asks John, “Hey, Mr. Harrison, my dad
wants to know if you could help him with his rifle. It jammed twice
on him hunting turkeys the other day, and he just isn’t able to get
it unjammed and fixed, sir.”
    John looks at her and she smiles, “Go. I’ll just run over to
the clinic real quick and meet you back here.”
    “That wall isn’t built yet, babe,” John tells
her. “You aren’t going over there alone.”
    He calls over to Kelly, who is still shooting
the crap with Condo Paul. Her brother-in-law agrees to babysit her.
Reagan rolls her eyes at both of them.
    “Glad to have your brother back?” she asks
him as they start the half mile trek to the clinic.
    Kelly actually smiles widely and says, “Hell
yeah. He needs to keep his little ass home for good.”
    Reagan laughs at his crass language. “Little?
He’s damn near as big as you, Hulk. Do you think he’ll leave
again?”
“I sure as hell hope not, little Doc. He needs to get re-connected
to the farm and to us. That’ll hold him here. Wish he had a woman
here. That would help.”
    “Maybe we should get Hannie on finding him
one. She sure hooked you,” Reagan jokes.
    “No kidding,” he says. “I had one damn foot
out the door, but she reeled me in.”
    Reagan changes the tenor of their
conversation because she is curious to get Kelly’s opinion, “Think
he’ll be ok?”
    Kelly pauses a long while as they continue
their walk before answering, “I think so. It’s hard to tell.”
    “Did you guys ever know anyone who was messed
up like Cory?” she asks.
    “Oh yeah, little Doc,” he says sadly and lays
a hand on her shoulder. “Yeah, we knew people like Cory. Sometimes
they work it out. Others don’t, not really. A lot of vets committed
suicide for the very same reason, Reagan. They lose someone close
to them, lost their buddies or friends