Small Town USA For The Love of The Earth

It took twenty minutes to reach the entrance to the National Forest Preserve. Through the trees she saw the golden rays of the sun diffused by the fine morning mist that hovered close to the ground. The air was thick and wet, and a chill swept through her sweatshirt and into her joints. In the distance she saw Rakky Basidia standing in front of a large black van. As she approached, Rakky cheerfully said to her, "Good morning!"

"Good morning Rakky, I …"

"I like your hair that way! Natural," he said loudly, his clear blue eyes looking piercingly into hers. Julie blushed, afraid that the group behind the van had overheard the comment. The group consisted of two men and three women who looked like they belonged to the octogenarians' club. The men were wearing pants and sweatshirts, but the women wore colorful stretch pants and knitted sweaters. Among them was Mrs. Southerland, the retired teacher who had spoken on television about Rakky's poisoning.

"Julie, meet Joe McClawsky, Jim Brady and Abigale Southerland."

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Del Rio," said Mrs. Southerland extending her hand.

"It's Ms. Del Rio."

"Oh, you're not married," said the old woman looking at Rakky. Juliana blushed again.

"Julie, meet Winnie Gallo and Elizabeth Jones," said Rakky, pointing to the other two women. Elizabeth sat on an electric wheelchair.

"Hello, dear," they said in unison.

"Well… Rakky, can I see you alone for a moment? Excuse me gentlemen, ladies…" Julie walked far enough to be sure the group did not hear what she had to say. Rakky followed, and stood close to her and smiled. He reminded Julie of a cat, with his clear blue eyes staring directly into hers, quietly and steadily. It embarrassed her.