“I don’t see them yet,” Veronica whined. Her straw hat tumbled off the back of her light brown hair as she scooted away from the window. She retied the green hat ribbon under her chin. Little Frank tapped the baseball bat against the side of his worn brown boot. “Maybe they are all on the other side.” Patricia chewed her lower lip. “How many do you think will be waiting for us?” “Everybody will be here. I just know it!” Veronica reached under her long white dress and tugged up her white socks. Patricia checked her own socks and pulled at them even though they didn’t need it. “I had a dream that everyone was waiting for us and there was a big parade for us down Main Street . . .” she began. “. . . and we were riding on top of a stagecoach pulled by . . .” Veronica interrupted. Patricia waved her hands as she continued the dream, “. . .
What do You think about Friends And Enemies (2002)?
