This story is part of an ongoing series.
The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
Feedback and
constructive
criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.
This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.
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Dedicated to Charles M. Schulz, author of
Peanuts
comics. And yes, the author knows that the little red haired girl in
Peanuts
is named Heather.
Part 1 - Prologue
Tuesday, February 12th. Rain was falling steadily, adding gloom to the chill of the night. The wet streets glistened in the streetlamps as the Audi sedan drove up University Avenue, then turned left onto Jefferson Avenue.
"Why can't I get a dog?" said redheaded, ten-year-old Frieda Franklin, sitting in the back seat, looking out at the rain-swept streets.
"Because your grades aren't good enough." replied her mother acidly.
"They're all 'A's." said Frieda.
"They're not all '100's." her mother replied.
"So if I make all '100's, I can get a dog?" Frieda asked, hope surging in her voice.
"I didn't say
that
." her mother replied.
"Well, when
can
I get a dog?" Frieda asked.
"When I say so, and not before." said her mother, running out of reasons for saying 'no', and so just trying the direct 'bear down' approach."
"You're never going to let me get a dog, are you?" Frieda said, figuring it out and calling out her mother on it.
"Don't you backtalk me." said her mother sharply. "That's another reason you're not getting a dog. You're not minding your manners and your not minding your parents. Now don't say another word about it. Ever."
Frieda felt as bad as the weather outside, a tear running down her cheek as she looked out into the gloomy night. She didn't make friends in school very well; they teased her over her pure red hair color, and they hated her for being smart. She wanted a dog, someone who would be a friend to her, someone to play with and to love. But her mother hated dogs, and was fiercely determined to deny Frieda a canine companion.
"Why are we going this way?" her mother asked her father, partly to change the subject, and partly to let Frieda know she was not the object of conversation anymore.
"I want to ride by the warehouse." said Frieda's father. "I've been hearing some rumors that people are slacking off." As he drove by one of the industrial sites not far from Ward Harvester Park, he slowed down to look and see what was happening. He did not intend to stop with his family in the car.
Frieda was looking out the right side back window at another warehouse. As the car drove by, she saw what looked like a well-dressed man in a suit in the shadow of a door, talking to a shorter, very mean-looking man in workman's clothes and a toboggan cap, and an Asian woman in coveralls. When the well-dressed man turned and looked at the car, their eyes met, and stayed locked together for a long second until the car was well past the building...
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I looked over at Cindy Ross, who was sitting next to me in one of the chairs along the wall in the private Chamber of the Town & County Council.
"You getting a vibe?" I whispered, seeing her face and introspective look.
"Yeah, a strong one." she replied. "Did you feel it?"
"Yeah, I sure did." I replied. "Any idea what it's about?"
"No." Cindy whispered. "But something just happened... something big." I nodded, feeling the same thing in my inner soul. But no time to worry about that now...
Part 2 - Commissioned Into Service
The 'Committee of the Whole' was meeting, and hearing Sheriff Griswold's plans for the Public Safety Department, which had been interrupted before by the destruction by fire of State Senator Katherine Woodburn's home. With me was the Police Chief, Fire Chief, Assistant Fire Chief, Deputy Police Chief, and the Fire Marshal.
The Council Members and some of the others in the room were absolutely stunned by what they were hearing from our duly-elected Sheriff. "You... you..." spluttered Kelly Carnes "... you want to
bring back the EMTs?
Are you freaking kidding me?"
"No ma'am." growled Sheriff Griswold, who was standing at the podium. "The University's ambulance service is slow to respond to calls, and I'm very concerned with the level of the abilities of their paramedics. And since the idea of having ambulances parked at Firehouses was scrapped, due to strenuous and I believe legitimate objections of the Fire Department as well as others, the idea of a new EMS with their own stations in strategic positions around the County, and not as a part of a Firehouse nor part of the Fire Department, would best serve our Citizens."
"But... but..." stammered Carnes, "the law requires the EMS to be part of the Fire Department, and for the Fire Department to have total control over the EMS. You really want that back?"
"Sheriff," said J.P. Goldman, "if I might interrupt you for a moment, this might be a good time for me to bring up an overall issue that will very strongly affect your suggestions, as well as answer Mrs. Carnes question."
"Please do." said Griswold, who came over and sat down beside me. I was perhaps the only person besides Griswold and Goldman who knew that that little repartΓ©e had been scripted and orchestrated.
Goldman spoke from his chair: "Ladies and gentlemen, there are a number of issues that have come up which have some of us, especially the old-timers here who went through the Town and County merger process, realizing that the Town & County Charter, which was the basis of the merger agreement, needs to be re-written completely."
"We've passed a number of codicils to it in the past," continued Goldman, "and they are cluttering up the overall document. Furthermore, we have issues with the U.S. Department of Education over the Board of Commissioners acting as the School Board, the overall situation regarding the Board of Commissioners and Boards of Inquiry, the rank structure of the Fire Department, and to a lesser extent the Police Force, and now a potential new EMS Service that the Sheriff would like for us to consider."
"So..." said Goldman, "I will be proposing at the next Council meeting that a Working Group be formed to re-write the Town & County Charter. I would also recommend that the Public Safety Charter be a separate document, so that we don't have to make codicils to the overall Charter just to clarify a rank structure in the Fire Department, to use that as an example."
"Would these be us, the Council Members, on this Working Group?" asked Sheila Sorrells.
"Not necessarily." said Goldman. "We could definitely have some outsiders, if not everyone on the panel be outsiders. I definitely have one outside person in mind, and I'm sure Mr. Lewis and Ms. Adams have their own ideas."
"So would this be a Commission?" asked Dagmar Schoen.
"It could be." said Goldman. "In technical terms, a Commission is usually independent, and it's final product would be what would go to the voters without going through the Council. If that is what the Council here decided to do, I'd be fine with that."
"It might even be the best thing." said Daniel Allgood. "Once the Study Group wrote something and submitted it to the Council for approval, you guys might never reach an agreement on it, or you might try to re-write it, and thus make the Group's work obsolete and a waste of time."
"I resent your remarks." growled Kelly Carnes.
"I don't care if you do." replied Allgood flatly. "It's true: this Council is as divided as it's ever been, and either you have to take yourselves out of it, or it's not going to ever get done. And with the DOE and the NEA all over us, it needs to get done."
"It's not going to get done, anyway," declared Reginald B.F. Lewis, "unless I have a say in it, either on this commission or through the Council itself. I am not going to let you continue to discriminate against People of Color like the Merger did."
"You gotta be kidding." said Edward R. Steele. "The Merger did not discriminate against anyone------"
"Like hell it didn't!" snarled Lewis. "Just when the Town Council was going to go majority black, the County suddenly agreed to merge, to keep the blacks suppressed."
"That's ridiculous." said J.P. Goldman. "The merger led to the Town Assembly, which has equal-weighted districts and is very fair to blacks, who are represented in proportion to their percentage population in the County------"
"All right, all right." said the Mayor. "Let's get back on track. First of all, any Commission's proposals would have to be rubber-stamped by the Town & County Assembly, so it's not like the Commission is going to have the final say-so before the Voters vote. Second, let's let Sheriff Griswold finish his proposals, hear from our Police and Fire Department guests, then bring this back up...
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