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noticed that their victim was worn out. The buzzers going off. The bureaucrats making demands. The incompetent trainees. The inept doctors that you had to keep covering for.
Maybe Ura Lee would have been a great mother.
In another life.
She was going to lose Mack this morning. That's what she felt in the pit of her stomach. And she didn't get to say goodbye. Did the boy even know she loved him? Did he love her? He said he did.
He showed he did.
He was supposed to be with me when I died. That was the only wish of my life. To have someone to love me, to hold my hand as I leave this world. I thought it would be Mack. I thought God had granted my wish by putting this child in my life.
Selfish. To grieve more because he wouldn't be there to grieve for me, than for the life that he should have had, and now he wouldn't.
Don't be such a mope, Ura Lee! He's not going to die. Why do you think you're suddenly a psychic. When have you ever been able to tell the future?
She noticed a child's alphabet block up on the sidewalk right beside her. How in the world would something like that be abandoned here, of all places? Did some child throw it out of the car?
And look, there's another. Did they dump the whole thing?
"Look!" she shouted to the other people on watch. "Alphabet blocks! Look! Stand on them!
One of you on each of them! Get the signs! Don't let anybody drive over the blocks or move them!"
They started obeying her. She turned to face Ralph's and waved her arms. Then she remembered that it was still almost completely dark. She switched on her flashlight and pointed it at them and blinked it.
She got an answering blink, and saw some people start trotting up the sidewalk.
That won't last long, she thought. Not many of them were in shape to run uphill all the way to the overpass.
Apparently some of them had sense enough to know that, because a few cars started up in the Ralph's lot and swung out to turn left on Olympic.
Well, let them get here when they come. I've got a block to stand on.
The blocks were too spread out for anybody to hold hands with anybody else. And there weren't seventeen people up here, so they couldn't even cover all the blocks. Why didn't we think to make sure there were at least seventeen?
A single car came from the south. Not part of their group, just some early riser heading for some office in Century City. He blinked his lights when he saw the old black people standing out in the road.
"Let him through!" Ura Lee called out. "But stay close, so he'll drive slow."
They stepped back, leaving a gap barely wide enough for a car to pass. The guy pressed the button and his automatic window rolled down. "What the hell are you doing at this time of day? Stay out of the road!"
"We're here to commemorate the death of an asshole who yelled things at old people out of his car!" shouted Eva Sweet Fillmore.
The man probably didn't even hear her - he was already on his way, with his window going up.
The blocks hadn't been touched.
And now more people began to arrive, carrying signs. Now it would be obvious it was a demonstration. Now they could let them honk or turn around and head back the way they came. No explanation needed. The signs would say it all.
Ura Lee took the sign that Ebby DeVries handed her. SAVE THE CHRISITANS IN
SUDAN," it said. She looked at the others and smiled. It was actually a cause she cared about. After all, this might end up on TV, so they might as well demonstrate for a worthy cause.
REMEMBER AFRICA
FREE THE SLAVES IN AFRICA
IF BLACK SKIN COULD RUN YOUR CAR WE'D LIBERATE SUDAN
WHAT DOES IT MATTER IF A MILLION BLACK PEOPLE DIE?
As far as Ura Lee knew, nobody in LA even knew this was a cause. They certainly didn't expect to have a bunch of black people stop traffic in Century City. So she had made them add a couple of signs: THIS IS THE AFRICAN CENTURY!
WHY AREN'T ANY STARS LOOKING OUT FOR AFRICA?
That would explain, sort of, why they were in Century City; blocking the Avenue of the Stars.
"Are we up to seventy-seven?" shouted Grand Harrison.
Someone on the other side, where the doverleafs were, called back, "No, we still