Mrs. Ohio-Guy, Part 1: They'd just goeen home from wednesday service. Ohio was in his office, and

Mrs. O-G was in the livingroom.  Embroidery gear at hand, she was working a pattern along an edge of soft cotton.  She laid it aside and entered the kitchen; the teakettle had whistled.  Setting it on the trivet, she reached into the frig to pour her daughter a cup of milk.  The girl tottled over, took a seat at the table and took sips between humming a song they all had sang, hardly an hour ago.

"...that's no surprise..." Came her husband's voice from the office, which adjoined the dining room.  "Should have cut-n-pasted...yeah, partially believe it...  Where?  ...Okay, will check that out, thanks."  He savored a sip or two of his wife's tea.  A few seconds later, another bing.  "...uhm, better idea...snail that."  

After three, going on four, years, Mrs. O-G yet had difficulty with understanding english.  She could read it well enough, but the ever changing slang - and the marked increase of code words...ugh!  And frankly, there were things - namely, what the men were discussing- she just flat out didn't want to know.  As in, too close to home.  But simply pounding sand in your ears, isn't wise.  

But steering clear of news, wasn't booking a flight-fancy from reality.  While the jargon was fuzzy, she could read facial expressions as the lips from various talkin heads thought themselves so clever in masking their little jibes.  "Empathy for Both!"

Lies!

When news came on, she walked away.

It's getting late, and time to be getting back to Sunday, May 1, 2022.