1960 Chapter 3

Her heart raced.  The screams coming from her parents, and Wildflower rung in her ears.
Wildflower!
What she doing?  Alex thought.  She’ll get caught!
The car came to a stop.  Mr. and Mrs. Coufrey, along with Wildflower, ran over to the vehicle.  One of the policemen escorted Alex out of the car.
“Sorry for the mistake…”  The officer scratched his head.  “I thought she was a…”
“I know what you thought!”  Screamed Mrs. Coufrey, while stamping her feet.
“Now ma’am…”  The other said.
“I think that one over there is one of ‘em.”  The first officer whispered to the other, pointing to Wildflower.
“Ma’am, that one over there.”  The second officer said, talking about Wildflower.
“Enough!”  Mrs. Coufrey shouted.  “These two are my daughters!”
“But the way she’s dressed…”
“She likes dressing like that!”  Said Mrs. Coufrey, very angrily.  “Let’s go everyone.”   The Coufreys, along with Wildflower went back to the house.
“Now you girls, get some sleep.”  Said Mr. Coufrey.  “It’s really late.”
“Aye-aye Mr. C!”  Wildflower marched over to the couch, laid down, and fell asleep.
“I’ll sleep on the other couch.”  said Alex.
“Good night girls.”  Said Mr. Coufrey.
“Night.”  Alex said.
Wildflower snored.
Alex could not fall asleep.  Too many thoughts filled her mind.  Now she realized; there was a criminal in her house.

End of chapter three.


1960 Chapter 4

Alex woke up sweating.  It was 10 o’ clock.  The night before had been too crazy for her.  Her parents had already left for work.  Well, at least her dad did.  Her mother was probably out with her friends or running errands.  But she was alone.  Where was Wildflower?  She was supposed to be on the couch.  She wasn’t showering, or in any other rooms of the house. Where could she be? Alex stepped out onto the front porch.
“Wildflower!” Alex yelled, seeing her across the street in the lot where the house that burned was.
“Hey Saph.” She said.
“What are you doing?” Alex asked.
“Just thinkin’ a little.”
“About what?”
“Last night.”
“Don’t feel too bad…”
“I know, I don’t, but I should. I mean, I was there and watched it burn, his child and his wife running, afraid. I wish I had done something.” Wildflower began to cry.
“It’s not your fault!”
“You should be upset too! John is being sent to fight in the war!
“What?”
“They put the boys and him in the van so they can be shipped to Vietnam.”
“Not John!”
“I’m sorry Saph!”
“It’s okay, he was kind of outta hand.”
The two fell silent.
“Can we get something to eat?” Wildflower asked.