#21: Activists

"Only time will let the full story of our actions here tonight be told."

Everyone nodded in agreement. But I wondered what the hell he thought that was supposed to mean.

"It's within the space of the day that we act, that our action's roots will hold together or let fall apart the unity that we feel here today."

Now they clapped. It was within the wash of enthusiasm that the spray paint cans were handed around. Jill and I were supposed to take "Block 49," which was fine with me because it was near my apartment.

"Don't you think he's wonderful?" That's Jill. That's what she said while we're headed out there in my Plymouth Arrow. "He really makes me feel like we're making a difference, right?"

"Right," I said.

Painstakingly, we were to spray umlauts over every vowel on the block. Every so often, Jill stopped to say something like, "This will open their eyes!"

Her smile was infectious. With each stop sign and no parking sign that we struck, I found her more and more attractive. When we were about half way down the block, I kissed her. I pulled away to see her face as the very embodiment of a question mark.

"Only time will let the full story of that kiss be told."

She smiled. We left the rest of block 49 alone.


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