Liz looked around at the mass of people crowding the
sidewalk. “I told my parents there would
probably be a dozen people or so at this event.
How many people do you think are here?”
“At least a couple thousand,” said Jeff. “I’m glad we didn’t drive. There will be a massive traffic jam when this
thing is over.” Jeff turned toward me. “When is your dad going to speak, Jen?”
“He texted me earlier to say he was first, right
after the guy with the welcome speech.”
“Well, maybe we can cut out after a few speeches,”
said Jeff. “The First Avenue Station is
just a few blocks away. Those people
across the street are giving me the heebie jeebies.”
“The heebie whats?” I said.
“Sorry.
Something my dad says. Means
they’re making me nervous. There are
some ugly dudes over there – not that I’m afraid for myself.”
“I’m sure we’ll be fine. There are police everywhere,” I said. “I’m not saying we need to stay through all
the speeches. Let’s listen to a few and
then decide.”
“I’m fine with that,” said Liz. “Look.
The program is about to start.”
The first speaker introduced himself and welcomed
the audience. Some of the people across
the street started chanting and yelling insults at the speaker. I turned to see what they were doing. I noticed a woman crossing the street. She was blonde and wore sunglasses, but
something about her looked familiar. The
speaker introduced my father who walked up to the microphone.
Then it struck me.
That woman was my mother! I
recognized her coat and hat. What was
she doing here wearing a blonde wig and sunglasses? My father started his speech.
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