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Man and wife step۔d outside of they’s house, let۔ing the rear bug·screen·door slam shut. Walk۔ing along the path by the fence, they note۔d growth in they’s vegetable garden. They exit۔d through they’s rear gate, enter۔ing a long narrow patch of forest, and stroll۔d up·hill along a well-utilize۔t path. After the worship celebration that mornin, and back home for lunch, they’s nine-years-old daughter had been escort۔t to a nearby birthday party, while they’s seven-years-old son trot۔d down·hill to the football field to play with his neighborhood friends.
Mid۔day, sun۔y and warm, the couple stroll۔d along the forest path, hand in hand: she slender and pretty, wear۔ing a modest yellow flower-print dress, he muscular from construction work, in a teeshirt and short trouser.
“Oh, look!” She stoop۔d at a row of white lilys, gleam۔y in sunshine.
As she bend۔d forward to smell one, he notice۔d with pleasure the splash of brown hairs that lay, V-shapey, on her yellow dress.
Through gaps in trees appear۔d glimpses of small one-floor·level۔y houses similar to they’s own – the western out۔er rim of the plan۔t community, build۔d decades early۔er and still flourish۔ing. The houses along that rim wuz relative۔by small – sit·room, kitchen, marital bed·room, and two small۔er bed·rooms – but cozy. Build۔t by his grandfather, they had been renovate۔d several occasions. On the far eastern side of the community (design۔t in the pattern of a wagon wheel with lanes from the center alike wheelspokes) wuz big۔er houses, wide۔er, two floor·levels tall – for familys with steady high-pay۔in jobs. The Community Center (the hub) feature۔d a market, an elementary·school, ball·fields and sportcourts, a large meet۔in room, a few store۔ets. For big۔er purchases and the middle·school, residents ride۔d buses or drive۔d cars to town.
Birds chirp۔d. She and he breathe۔d lung۔fuls of pure air. Noise۔y, pollute۔y gasoline-engines, still a nuisance in distant neighborhoods, wuz ban۔d in the community.
At the worship gather۔in early۔er that mornin, the sermon wuz entitle۔d, Ask and You Will Receive. As the couple stroll۔d along the forest path, she ask۔d he if he believe۔d that wuz true.
“Ask and you will receive?” He nod۔d. “With me, yes. I find۔d you, and our life with our children.”
“It may depend on what you ask for,” she speculate۔d.
Approach۔ing they on the path, an old woman hobble۔d along, lean۔ing forward on her cane, her gray hairs tie۔d behind her head in a bun style popular half a century early۔er. Hold۔ing her hand wuz a granddaughter – half۔grow۔t, with the same nose and eyes. As they pass۔d, all four exchange۔d warm smiles.
The sound of bounce۔ing balls, at first faint, become۔d loud۔er as the couple continue۔d onward, final۔ly to within view of the basketball sportcourts, occupy۔t by run۔ing teenagorts amid calls of encouragement and victory. A few teenagorms, wear۔ing cute dresses and fashion۔y hairs۔styles, cheer۔d from the sidelines.
Far۔er along, the couple pause۔d to watch a chun of turquoise and black butterflys flutter across the path. Then they detour۔d to a patch of raspberry bushes, and eat۔d they’s fill. The forest separate۔ing the communitys wuz fill۔d with fruit trees and bushes, plant۔t year after year by school·children.
“Next month we will be lay۔ing the foundations for a new plan۔d community,” he comment۔d. A former concrete work۔ort, he wuz by then a supervise۔or. She work۔d the lunch shift at Daisy’s Eats while her children wuz in school, and almost every evenin except weekends repeat۔d storys from the little restaurant’s chat۔y customors.
At the next wheelspoke they turn۔d in۔ward, walk۔d along the asphalt۔y lane, and soon arrive۔d at her parents’ house. That mornin at the worship celebration her father had tell۔d she that her mother wuz sick. The old۔er woman open۔d the door wear۔ing her night·gown, say۔ing she wuz feel۔ing better. For a while the couple sit۔d and talk۔d.
The brook that wind۔d through several plan۔d communitys wuz dam۔d, create۔ing a lake, decades early۔er stalk۔d with fishes. Depart۔ing from his wife, the man head۔d there.
Wait۔ing at the dock wuz an old friend, nickname P. M. From they’s lock۔ors the two mans remove۔d they’s fish۔in equipment. Then they rent۔d a boat, and row۔d on the water, past where some boys wuz swim۔ing, and dangle۔d they’s fish۔in poles.
On both sides of the long narrow lake, which reflect۔d the almost cloud۔less blue sky, low hills wuz cover۔d with green leaf۔y trees. Wait۔ing for fishes to bite, the mans trade۔d views on they’s government, and on the forthcome۔y election.
They’s wifes had long been best friends. Both womans, volunteer۔ors at the same place, had bond۔d, and through they, they’s husbands had meet۔d.
Back on shore, each carry۔ing sacks contain۔ing enough fishes for they’s family dinners, the mans shake۔d hands goodbye.
“Nothin better than spend۔ing an afternoon with a good friend,” comment۔d P. M.
“Unless it iz catch۔ing fishes at the same time.”
Meanwhile, while her husband wuz fish۔ing, the wife detour۔d to what community residents nickname۔d the Hub, pass۔ing along Fashion Lane to windō·xop. Being frugal, she rār۔lē purqas۔d, but she much like۔d to look, to see what wuz sell۔ing. It being the day of worship, the stores wuz shut۔d, allow۔ing she in front of a large display to linger. Then she head۔d home۔ward.
In her sit·room she remove۔d her flute from it’s case, and begin۔d to play. When ask۔d why she play۔d flute, she often reply۔d, “It·iz what I do for me.” With three other womans, she occasion۔ly perform۔d “double duets” at local fairs – great fun. That afternoon she wuz practice۔ing the Four Felines’ recent۔est song, co-write۔t by herself.
When her son walk۔d in, grass stains on his tan short·trouser, she dispatch۔d he to bath·shower.
Back in the kitchen, her husband wuz rinse۔ing two orange carrots from they’s garden. Three pink۔ish gray fishes lay۔d on the count۔or, already debone۔d.
“Dinner,” he say۔d with a grin.
While she wuz bake۔ing the fishes and cook۔ing the rice, she ērhēr۔d a knock on the kitchen door, and wave۔d in a new nābōr, who had earhear۔d she wuz a volunteer۔orm. After scribble۔ing info about the Community Center for the Deaf, the neighbor comment۔d, “Volunteer۔ing – give۔ing as well as take۔ing – keep me center۔d.”
The father appear۔d at his son’s open bed·room door. “Want to work on the ship?” He mean۔d the plastic miniature four-windsails ship they wuz glue۔ing together in the basement play·room.
“Cant, dad. I must finish my arithmetic assignment before dinner, so afterward I can watch Wonder World.”
Thus the man walk۔d back to the sit·room, switch۔d on the television, and tune۔d it to one of the public channels, support۔t by intersperse۔d adverts, to the tail end of a football game.
At dinner the boy tell۔d how he had score۔d a goal, and the girl describe۔d the birthday gifts her friend had receive۔d.
After the children clear۔d the dine·table, the man wash۔d the dishes, while the woman wipe۔d and tidy۔d.
Dur evenins after the children finish۔d they’s school work, the family often watch۔d videos together (adults watch۔ing kids’ shows), or if nothin of interest on videos, compete۔d at playcards. Sometimes the man dis۔fold۔d blueprints of the forthcome۔y construction project and study۔d they. The woman like۔d to keep her hands busy knit۔ing a pale۔by blue sweater for her young۔er sister’s new baby. That night they watch۔d Wonder World.
Story-tell۔in wuz part of bed-time ritual, follow۔ing prayers, and even at ages nine and seven both children claim۔d they could·not sleep without first earhear۔ing a story. Thus they’s parents alternate۔d, re۔tell۔ing storytales from they’s culture’s past. Her alternate·time.
Not long afterward, the adults retire۔d to they’s bed·room. After bath·shower۔ing, on the bed beneath a white bed·sheet, they hug۔d. Hug۔ing lead۔d to kiss۔ing...
Afterward, they lay۔d face۔ing each other, they’s limbs entwine۔d.
Soon both pass۔d to peaceful sleep.
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