Timmy was ambivalent about taking the new job offer. It was as a Highway Flagger, mostly a Summer position; standing all day directing traffic thru paving and construction sites. He sought the advice of the Face of Everyman knowing that the ancient sage could help him see the best course of action. Without dashing Timmy’s hopes Everyman pointed out that here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Summer was courting time, nest building time and all the pride filled things that come with being a Father. Timmy remained ambivalent.
Cyril had been working on his memoir. By Chapter Five he was up to his life as a third grader at the Montetorkie school in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He was stuck. He couldn’t recall if that girl who stole a kiss was a Finch or a Grosbeak. Now he couldn’t even remember her name. He wanted his life story to be accurate and perhaps a bit gut wrenching. the Face of Everyman who had read the 1st draft assured him that nobody would notice. “Perhaps the name Mary would sound authentic enough.”