Today was the day last year in which this whole mess started. Last year it was Sunday.
I was busy outside that morning so I didn’t hear about it when it happened. However in the afternoon business slowed down to a stand still, not a customer came for about an hour so I went back to the house and turned on the radio. The announcer kept butting in “Attention to all men in service, Report at once to your station. All leave cancelled.” Then tunning in on a news broadcast I heard the stunning news. “Pearl Harbor bombed!” About fifty planes came over the harbor at etc” I turned off the radio and rushed out front and told pa & ma.
That night we all felt as if we were in still having a nightmare. Obasan called and told about what was happening in LA. That night we all went to sleep wondering what was going to happen to us. Little did I know then that one year from then I would be in Heart Mt Wyo. in a evacuation camp."
"Maybe we shouldn’t have taken them skating," Gabe says cautiously to Erik, who looks concerned that the tiny boy who swears he’s Matty Duchene—and definitely looks the part—has just wiped out for the third time.
Tiny Dutchy, for his part, is completely unconcerned, pulling himself up immediately and skating off after the tiny version of Nate.
"No, this is good," Giggy says knowingly. "This will wear them out."
He has kids and stuff, he probably knows what he’s talking about.
Tiny Nate wipes out and slides into the boards. He’s wearing a helmet, because they’re not totally hopeless with with safety, and besides, Giggy insisted, but he starts crying anyway. Because he’s about three, and tiny children cry a lot.
Gabe skates over toward him and picks him up. Nate sniffles weakly but holds himself together enough that he doesn’t kick Gabe with his skates.
"You’ll be fine, kiddo," Gabe says.