"Nancy is babysitting tonight."

Thirteen bounding gazelles headed west for more food and cover, it was that sun from her childhood, it was late in the day, mid-November.

They had been called together by the one with poor vision and a funny way of speaking, what the tall one called, "an accent."

Where the wolf actually was now, was anyone's guess. Terry knew it couldn't be in zone 20 because the mountain lions hunted there, he had noticed tracks a few days earlier around the banks of the reservoir. Terry had his weapons, he had met the animal before and he, unlike Ben or his father's best friend, Mr. DeWeese, was no longer afraid.

Pamela parked the car and Dee Dee got out, walked into the florist and asked to see her wrist corsage. She could hardly wait for the dance. She had hoped that the rocket launch might be postponed. She was nervous as the boy behind the counter asked for her name again.
"Buehman." She replied.
Dee Dee Buehman."
The boy disappeared into a room and then returned.
"No, sorry." He said blankly.
"But..." said Dee Dee.
"Maybe Mrs. Erickson didn't do it yet....Kenny is still in the hospital." The boy picked at the scab on his elbow. It began to bleed.
"The dance is tomorrow.... though." said Dee Dee as she fought back tears.
"I know. I ain't goin neither." said the boy.
Dee Dee was stuck. She turned and looked out the window of the small shop. She began to cry. Across the street, a boy with a skateboard rode off the sidewalk, jumping the cement curb, into the street and into an oncoming Dodge Stratus.