She parked it on a street a block away near a house that was having a party . No one would notice a strange van in the neighborhood with all the other... cars around. She called the house on her cell phone but got no answer. She walked up the street toward her former and hopefully future home. She was wearing denim shorts a t-shirt and sneakers. She knew many people walked around the block in her neighborhood as night for exercise. She looked just like any other young housewife taking a stroll.. "She thumbed the microphone, "A Lieutenant, Joshua Slocum is the guilty party. He's aide de camp to an admiral ... I don't know which one. How many ships did he sink?" Three, all three patrol boats ... what the hell were those things?" There was a bit of static and the base radioman said, "Three boats, six aircraft at the airbase ... oh, wait. Umh ... the LST just went down ... and two tanks. One of ours?" Pommy bastard," Junior said."The base commandant is here. It's Junior on the other end,. “I’m just trying to live my life unmolested.”“It was the Petersons,” said Gracie.“I’m not familiar with them,” said Mindy. “What is their child’s name?”“They don’t have children. He’s the minister of the Holy Sepulcher Evangelical Brotherhood Church, over on Elm Street. They had three or four other people with them. I didn’t get all their names.”“I see. Thank you.”“They won’t talk to you,” said Gracie.“We’ll see,” said Mindy. “Have fun with Horace. I assume you’ll let me know if any other. ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ I yelled at him while I glared right into his eyes. ‘Don’t you know any better than to hurt a little kid?’ The jovial atmosphere that the group had exhibited before I arrived morphed into an uncomfortable silence as I continued to dress them down. Ricky started mumbling something that I couldn’t make out. ‘What were you saying, dumbass?’ I hollered. Finally, he looked at me and told me that the kid had disrespected them and pointed to the kid’s torn T-shirt..