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Living the Dream, part 22
I was halfway through getting things ready when another call interrupted
my plans. "Hello?"
"Malissa, we found her. She's ok."
"WH, what?" I asked.
"Malissa, it's Old Elk, We found Night Bird. She was walking in the
hills muttering about not being able to take a Spirit walk without
people worrying about her every step."
"And she's ok? She's not hurt or anything?"
"No, not that old woman. Of course we had a bit of trouble with the
Brown Bear that she was talking too. But that worked out ok."
"Is Sarah there?"
"Yes, she's very sorry she jumped to conclusions when she read
Grandmothers note. I guess she just wanted some privacy so she blocked
everyone out of her mind."
I sat back in my chair crying tears of relief, while everyone slowly
gathered around waiting to hear.
"She's alive, Sarah misunderstood her note," I sobbed with happy relief.
I wasn't sure I could face life without Grandma Night Bird just yet. And
I could see the relief in Donnie's eyes.
"Becca, Sweetie what did you mean by you're going to miss her next
year?" I just had to ask.
"She goin Colrado to visit," answered Becca happily. "And she go get
ride in big, big truck wif May's Daddy."
As we switched gears, and began getting ready to return to school
Donnie, Sophie and I decided that we'd spend the first week of Christmas
on the reservation before going to Colorado.
I had to remind myself as I watched Rachel and Erika getting their
things in their cars, that they were growing up like regular teenagers,
just a bit faster and better adjusted than most.
When Rachel left earlier than anyone else I almost told her to wait up.
But she was back again in half an hour with Tadpole, who was doing
remarkably well in his recovery. She explained to Becca that she would
have to help him up and down, and not to let him outside until after he
got his stitches out. Tank was right there ready to help. Sophie
promised to call us if anything happened.
Sherry rode with Rachel, and I knew that Rachel would drive even more
carefully with her in the car.
The usual stop saw Donnie and I scrounging the used parts dealers who
had begun to show up with rare hard to find parts. With all the new fuel
injection vehicles, Rachel and her two partners were doing good
business.
I sat and watched as a State Cruiser pulled off the highway and got in
line. Several people eyed his Dodge Challenger nervously, but he waited
his turn. I could tell by the sound of the 5.7L Hemi that it was one of
the new Interceptors.
"Yo, Rachel," yelled Brandi. "You feel like doing a good deed for the
state?" she pointed to where he was sitting waiting his turn, two cars
back. It wasn't that Brandi and Kiki didn't want to do the work. It was
because Rachel had the most experience as well as the latest Downloads
for the car.
Rachel was just finishing up her latest customer when she motioned for
him to pull around the two ahead of him.
"Hey, I was next," complained the guy in the Pontiac Firebird.
"Yeah and I don't have the specs for your car, so wait for Kiki," Rachel
told him.
The officer got out and watched how she was hooking things up then did
everything she asked him to do. Her screwdriver was busy, as she made
adjustments. Then typed in new settings and command codes into the cars
computer system. As she was leaning over the fender disconnecting her
laptop he reached out and pushed something into her back pocket.
"Thank you Sweetheart," he said.
"You don't need to pay me officer," she said.
"Then consider that a tip, ok?" he told her.
Pointing to where several cars were lining up in the truck lane she
said, "Go ahead and test it out. I know you wanna," they both laughed.
"264, Are you done playing with that new toy of yours? We could sure use
you on this one." we could all hear sirens in the background.
"On my way," he jumped in his car and laid rubber all the way out onto
the highway.
"Holy crap girl, what'd you do to that thing?" Brandy asked holding up
her little Radar gun flashing 128. The elapsed time showed 12.4 seconds.
"No freakin way, you really tweaked that thing, Girl," Kiki said.
"Hey Dodge and the state did half my work for me," she told them. "They
put in a pair of Racing Chips."
"What? No way, the state doesn't do racing chips, everything's factory
right down to the floor mats," pointed out Brandi.
"Look for yourself if you don't believe me." She still had the specks
and tweaks along with the engine analysis on her laptop.
Looking over her shoulder I saw the engines electronic control module
break down. What she was pointing to was a notation, NASCAR installed
chip set, and then a series of numbers that meant nothing to me, but
obviously the three understood it.
"So they're getting their engines from NASCAR now, I wonder if it's only
the interceptors." Just then a familiar face pulled off the highway.
I recognized the sleek black M35 as it pulled slowly around everyone
else, knowing that none of the people could see through the darkly
tinted ballistic glass. It was followed by two Audi, A6's and two
Lincoln MKS'.
Jeanine was giggling as she stepped out of her car, Mercedes and Porsche
were trying to get her to dial her excitement back. "Crap Jeanine, are
you insane? Just because the speedometer says Two Ten doesn't mean you
have to try it," Porsche said. "There isn't any place to actually do
that around here."
"Besides, all you're doing is drawing attention to yourself, and what
would we do if you stacked it up?" Mercedes was vexed, but then her
anger melted as they pulled her into a warm, loving embrace.
Not bad Jeanine, but you let yourself get too far ahead of your security
a couple of times," Maddie told her. "Still they get a pass, because
they recovered fast enough to keep us from isolating you."
She giggled, "Sorry I like driving fast, and then you two started
getting pushy."
"You did really well, and so did they." Maddie then changed the subject.
"Mercedes, I need you to take her on in to school. We need to test
someone else. Porsche is going to be the bait on this one."
I saw two Mustang GT-500's sitting by themselves at the exit, and knew
it had to be part of Maddie's team. At the entrance sat a third just
waiting.
"If you hadn't gotten the State to get those factory NASCAR engines for
their interceptors these two would be wondering where the pigeon went,"
commented Michelle.
We didn't get to see or hear the rest because Porsche decided to take
off, playing the part of spoiled rich brat. I chuckled thinking she'd
had more than enough practice in the past.
When we finally got to school I saw they were already there. Their cars
backed into the parking spaces instead of pulled in like everyone
else's. I noticed there were several other cars scattered through the
tenth and eleventh grade dorm lots that were backed in as well, but they
didn't stand out at first.
When we were signing back in I saw several girls along with Mercedes,
Porsche and Michelle heading toward the Library. There was something
about these new girls I had never seen before that made me think
'Bodyguard'. It was more than just the way they carried themselves, it
was the way they constantly took in everything around them. They also
looked like identical Septuplets.
Monday night we had a grueling workout with the 'Chopsticks' as the Tai
Chi team was now calling themselves. It was pain they'd all been
practicing really hard. They had individual as well as team competitions
coming up the next week, and were determined to bring the Academy a new
trophy.
The week seemed to roll along with the younger girls doing their Tai
Chi. And then the off campus trip to MMA for automotive class.
That weekend we all sat and planned out our Christmas vacation, Tadpole
was up and around better than before but we still to be careful with
him.
As our first big competition drew near I could see everyone getting more
nervous. Then when it finally arrived Miss Karen got everyone together
in a big group.
"Ladies, I think you've all earned these," she passed out long little
packages to everyone, including myself and Diane.
Peeling the paper off, we found four individually wrapped chopsticks.
They were Black Lacquer with Mother of Pearl inlay. They wasted no time
in replacing the ones they were currently wearing, and then someone
began taking pictures.
Tara Peterson got queasy on the ride, but after she did her warm up's
she settled down.
First up were the team competitions. The announcer began the usual
Highlands music as they announced the Central High Highlanders, Kilties.
They were good they were going to be tough to beat if we even had a
chance that is. When they came off stage I saw several coming our way,
Rachel and Sherry rushed to meet them.
"I thought my Aunt was kidding when she said you were going to be
competing," admitted the team's captain. "But then I saw the music you
have selected."
They chatted a while and watched the other five schools perform. "Let's
hope your better than they are." I heard several giggles and saw the
spark light up in Rachel's eyes as she placed her hand on Sherry's
shoulder.
"Back down little sister, they haven't seen us perform yet."
"We didn't mean anything by it it's just good natured razzing," said
one.
"Now for another special treat, Miss Clara's Academy, Chopsticks," the
announcer called out. All twelve pranced out onto the stage as Glenn
Cannon's charge began to play. I could see the Kilties trying to pick
out who the four would be dancing through the others blades." Our girls
were changing places so fluidly that it was hard to keep track.
Suddenly as the tempo increased the eight designated beforehand dropped
down and began their chopstick tap, tap, and clash. The tempo still
building slowly as the danced in and out, spinning and then they pulled
a maneuver they hadn't rehearsed in front of Diane or myself, the four
did a blade clashing flip and traded places to land in the middle of the
next set of blades.
The team competition was a draw, which meant a simultaneous team dance
off. The kilties won the draw, and chose to let us choose the music,
which was a bad move. Grinning her best cat that stole the cream grin
Rachel stepped closer to the judges and said just two words, "Wipe Out."
The kilties all looked confused, but then as the music began and our
girls took the stage I saw several of them fold their arms. Beatrice,
jumped into it with a passion however and then one other Kiltie.
Diane and Rachel made a motion and the rest of the Chopsticks stepped
out. When it was over though the judges declared the Chopsticks the
winners. Beatrice and the other girl hugged both Rachel and Diane
congratulating them. Ginger Rose made her way over to me. "I take it
you're the coach."
"Yes Ma'am," I said.
"I see why my Aunt spoke so highly of you. She warned me we might have
some real competition this year." Then she spotted Sherry, "I bet you
can't wait to compete can you?"
"Uhh, Mom. Sherry is already better than Dana and half the squad,"
Beatrice said.
"You didn't seem too surprised at the choice in music, young lady."
"I remembered last year's competition, when we didn't compete against
them because they didn't have a full team routine. How could Diane and
the rest be any different?"
"So the two of you decided to go outside traditional music and
practice," Ginger was smiling.
"Nobody else wanted to join us they didn't believe us when we tried to
tell them they'd need to be ready for anything," said the other girl,
whom I learned was named Caroline.
Suddenly the rest of the girls began making friends and talking.
"Bea, what do you think of my niece?" Pam asked from behind us.
"I think, she'd make a first rate Kiltie. How have you been?" I left
them talking to each other. I also knew that our next meeting would see
my girls with a bit more of a competition from the Kilties, but it was
all in good fun.
The competition between Diane and the girl from the Barton's Academy
wasn't really a competition. Diane wiped the floor with her, in the
routine. The others however had a bit more difficulty in the traditional
Dance. But we still came away in good standing.
That weekend Erika asked me who Beatrice was, then said Rachel had
talked with her half the night that she hadn't been talking with Greg.
After the next two competitions it was apparent that the big showdown
would be between the chopsticks and the Kilties. They were trading wins
back and forth. Donnie and Sophie were spending a lot of time teaching
Dennis and Denise to drive on weekends. Which left me lots of time to
spend with our five youngest.
When the two and a half week vacation arrived we told Momma and Daddy to
go on up to the resort and we'd meet them there after we spent Christmas
with Grandma Night Bird.
Donnie was excited about getting to use the RV again, and taught Sophie
to drive it. I wasn't surprised to see we had a third car following us
as opposed to just Rachel and Erika.
The first thing that happened after we arrived at the reservation was
having people pile straw bales around the bottom of the RV. they were
right it made it a lot warmer and kept the pipes from freezing up.
Then we got a light snow fall during the night, and Grandma woke us up
pulling a sled. She wanted to go sledding with her great grandchildren.
Then somehow Donnie talked Becca into sneaking up and putting snow down
my top.
She ran giggling hysterically to her daddy. Then it became a snowball
fight between all of us which the rest of the tribe just watched in
amusement.
On the third day though Sarah showed up at the door. "Malissa, I tried
talking to my brother but he won't listen. If you plan to go to Colorado
you need to leave in the next six hours, before the storm hits."
We'd been watching the weather and it wasn't supposed to be that bad, so
I told her we'd be ok. We wanted one more day at least. She just shook
her head, "I'll have May's Daddy bring you some more Propane before he
leaves," she said.
About Nine PM, Donnie said, "Oh crap, I shoulda listened to Sarah." the
snow had started to fall heavier than predicted. He slipped on his coat
and stepped out into a full scale blizzard. Two and a half hours later
he said, "Ok, I got it set up so no one gets lost. Follow the red rope
to grandmas. The blue one goes to the tribal council lodge. Just follow
them if you have to go outside. I started to look out the window only to
find that Straw had been piled up above the windows.
"The green one goes to the livestock barns if it gets too cold in here."
We huddled together, nice and warm for two more days while the storm
rages around us. Finally someone pounded on the door to let us know it
had passed.
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