SKIERS, SURFERS,TEACHERS AND OTHER ASSORTED CHARACTERS

I have a cast of a thousand characters. Very Kauai. Very complicated plot. Funny, too

I’d never seen him in a pair of shorts before. he was a stocky little guy; the muscles in his calves bulged. Except for the violent head movements, he seemed undisturbed.

In the middle of the room the seven members of the skiing team held conference. They spoke quietly but with great animation. Poor things. They thought they’d found safe haven. When this was over I must try to call their parents or their coach.

At least they were clothed. They’d been sleeping in what looked like red, white, and blue kid’s pajamas, minus the feet.  Even sleeping they were a team.

I recognized three kids rom the church camp next door. They looked bewildered but plucky. I wondered if any of our neighbors, the church members, had witnessed our departure. If they had, help must be on the way.

One curious sight, as curious because I recognized them as that they be there, I am decidedly apolitical, were two members of the City Council and the Mayor. I couldn’t bring myself to believe they’d been sleeping in the camp. If they had, they were the only ones with enough sense, or time, to put their clothes on. The Mayor even wore a  coat and tie.

Two prim and proper elementary schoolteachers, who had arrived yesterday from California, looked anything but prim and proper. Of the entire bunch, these two young women easily answered the description of ‘hippy’.

Minus their granny glasses, walking shorts, and sturdy shoes, long hair hanging down and T-shirts, wet from the rain, they could have escaped from any one of a dozen x-rated movies.

The rest of the crowd was made up of surfers, boys and girls, some from the mainland, some local. Most of them looked bored. One brawny kid had actually gone to sleep on the cold cement floor.

I envied him.

Most of the kids were wrapped in towels or paisley spreads. One kid was a knock-out in a bright yellow sheet tied over one shoulder like a toga. This kid had a long red beard and thick curly hair. His eyes were fierce and blue.  If he started to sing, I’d know for sure I was in the wrong dream.

Not one of us, except the Mayor and his gang, had the good sense to grab a pair of shoe. We were, all of us, mud halfway up our calves. The hem of my robe was a solid band of thick red slime.

We were a sight.

When David appeared from out of an office behind the counter, a cheer went up. David raised his hand and there was silence. “I called Ty. He’ll be here first thing in the morning. He says for all of us to keep our cool. Obey the…” he paused “…our captors and keep your mouths shut. He’ll have us out of here before noon tomorrow. ”

Another cheer.

“That’s enough of that,” a cop said. I watched the little fat Mayor sidle edgewise towards the door.

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