Today’s “things” are from an innovative thinker in Albuquerque. I think they help bring life to the story and our characters — a glimpse of their day-to-day life.
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Finger Waves, Shoe Horn, Cummerbund
The old fire engine roared up to the party at Santa Rosa Sound, streamers flying and bells ringing. Frankie was driving. Mona kicked off her shoes do she could stand on the highest point, arms raised and holding a flag in each hand, Flavio held her steady to make sure she didn’t fall off. I just enjoyed the ride, our grand entrance, and the utter wonder of extravagance that was spread before my eyes.
The partygoers were dressed in all manner of attire, from elegant daywear to party duds I wouldn’t have expected to see ‘til after five, but everyone wore the latest fashions. Women in nice dresses stood talking to others in beaded flapper gear with expensive jewels in their sleek bobbed hair. Some men wore bowties and straw hats while others wore tuxedoes complete with cummerbunds.
I decided to take off my hat. It wasn’t really fancy enough for this party or for my dress. I cautiously touched my finger waves to make sure my hairdo was okay. “Don’t worry,” Frankie assured me. “You’re the cat’s meow.”
So was he. I smiled at the fireman as he looked for a spot where he wouldn’t get blocked in, and parked the old fire truck. I looked at all the nice cars. There were a couple of chauffeurs idly polishing limousines. I did a double take. My eyes were pulled back to an ordinary car. It was familiar, though I was sure it didn’t belong to anyone I knew.
Mona had definitely gotten the attention of the crowd, though it only lasted for a moment. Wow. That group was hard to impress. I thought she’d be the first one down from the truck, but when I looked around, Mona was struggling with her shoe. In a jiffy Flavio had a shoe horn and carefully helped her, like Prince Charming with Cinderella. He kept his hand on her foot for rather longer than necessary. Mona gave me a sideways look and then batted her eyes at her new beau. I rolled my eyes at her and let Frankie help me down from the truck.
Something was nagging at me. I turned back to that car, tilting my head as I looked at it. “What’s up Pip?” Frankie asked.
For an answer I motioned for him to come with me as I headed toward the source of the nagging. That car. Frankie wanted to know why I was so interested in an ordinary car, nice though it was, when there were many more luxe vehicles. I walked all the way around the car. Twice. Then I stooped and ran my hand across a fender.
“There!” I exclaimed quietly.
Mona and Flavio had just reached us. Everyone came closer to see what I was doing. “It’s a bullet hole. Right there. It’s almost hidden,” I said.
Mona gasped. “Are you sure Pip? It was pretty dark,” She said.
I nodded in answer. Pear scrabbled in his lunch pail eating his snack.