Chapter Three
Shelby was preying to God.
Suddenly the power was restored.
Finally!, she thought to herself.215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwz3GBsmqyK
She grabbed the flashlight from the spacious kitchen. She moved around her house; she was sure that her parents would come home soon. The house in Wisconsin was small; it was small on purpose because there wasn't any high technology in there: just a color TV; a tiger rug; two lamps that illuminated the room; records; and school books on the comforter. Shelby saw the news. It was President Richard Nixon. He was smiling for the cameras. The strains of the Watergate scandal loomed over the White House; the Vietnam War dragged on and on. She didn't care about politics; she was sure the criminals who broke into the Democratic National Congress Building on June 17, 1972, were doing someone's job. That, or that the Pentagon Papers publication in 1971, the previous year, meant America was corrupt. Shelby, who was going to vote for the Republicans when she turned eighteen, had a sour look on her face.
She turned away, just as the rain became heavier outside the house.
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