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Chapter One
Day After The Little Boy
Loveland, Ohio August 5, 1945 7:15 PM
On the floor before the console, Fibber McGee and Molly on the radio.
On this hot, August evening, still in shorts. Still sitting cross-legged.
Still wondering, ‘Why’?
Ten year old Clyde Murphy and eight year old Sharon Kaminsky had seen each other naked since their parents had become friends in Chicago in 1937, while living in those side by side, slum store-front rooms where they’d been given baths together in order to save the cost of water since Clyde had been two and Sharon six months old.
So why now? Possibly because it wasn’t in the open, but supposedly hidden beneath shorts and stretched out panties, and because he wasn’t supposed to see Sharon’s somewhat privately exposed vulva?
Possibly because he was a boy and she was a girl and he wasn’t supposed to be looking at what she had unbeknown to her been showing?
Wasn’t supposed to be seeing? But he had been seeing, and for some completely unknown reason, wanted to see again. So wiggling his butt
to the side, Clyde squirmed into a better position to see between Sharon’s thighs again at just about the same time as...
On the other side of the International Date Line
August 6, 1945
8:15 AM, Hiroshima, Japan
During the night of 5–6 August, Japanese early warning radar had detected the approach of numerous American aircraft headed for the southern part of Japan.
An alert was given and radio broadcasting stopped in many cities, among them Hiroshima. The all-clear was sounded in Hiroshima at 00:05.
At 08:09, Colonel Paul Tibbets started his bomb run and handed control over to his navigator.
The release at 08:15 — Hiroshima time— and after falling nearly six miles in forty-three seconds, ‘The Little Boy’ exploded 1,968 feet above Hiroshima, in a blast equal to 12-15,000 tons of TNT, instantly killing sixty-nine thousand people.
On the other side of the International Date Line
August 5, 1945 7:17 PM, Loveland, Ohio
Instinctively sensing Clyde’s eyes on her, looking at him looking at her — but he wasn’t looking at her face, he was looking lower. Glancing downward, Sharon saw her bare thighs, knobby knees and thin legs, and having absolutely no idea why or what he was looking at, and having
no reason to, straightening her body and spreading her legs, sticking her tongue out, Sharon childishly stared back.
Looking up. Seeing Sharon looking at him, quickly looking away, Clyde angled his side to her —at about the same time as...
On the other side of the International Date Line
The plane was eleven and a half miles away before it felt the shock waves from the explosion.
August 5, 1945 11:05 PM, Loveland, Ohio
Why? That somewhat hidden crease of soft flesh showing from beneath the leg of Sharon’s shorts still on his mind.. Stupid! Clyde thought, turning from his side to his back, as the picture of — as she had been breast feeding then baby Jymmi — Auntie Mildy’s white breast flashed through the boy’s mind, as... And whys I got to pee again? ... sensing the hardening of his penis.
August 6, 1945. The day after ‘The Little Boy
’ 8:o3 AM, Eastern Standard Time...
“ He’s the Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company ‘B’!”
Radio programming throughout America interrupted as hundreds of announcers from coast to coast urgently announced: “From Washington, D.C., ‘ President Harry S. Truman’.”
“Seventeen hours ago...” the president began “... an American airplane dropped one bomb on Hiroshima, an important Japanese Army base. That bomb had more power than 20,000 tons of T.N.T. It had more than ‘two thousand times the blast power of the British ‘Grand Slam’, which is the largest bomb ever yet used in the history of warfare…” the president stated in an attempt to draw a mental picture of the destructive power of ‘The Little Boy’. Going on “...The Japanese began the war from the air at Pearl Harbor. They have been repaid many fold, and the end is not yet.
With this bomb we have now added a new and revolutionary increase in destruction to supplement the power of our armed forces. In their present form these bombs are now in production and even more powerful forms are in development.
It is an ‘atomic bomb’. It is a harnessing of the basic power of the universe. The force from which the sun draws its power has been loosed against those who brought war to the far east and the people of America.”
Holy Trinity Catholic School for Girls
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
8:09 AM
Sister Mary Benedict’s rapt attention drawn to the wall mounted speaker and, not yet noticing — One month from her fifteenth birthday, with her uncle Michel dead on a field in Bastone, Belgium, with, John, her father, somewhere in the South Pacific, with, Helen, her mother on the 4:00 a.m. to 12 noon shift at one of a dozen ‘defense Plants’ in Milwaukee.
7:00 That same morning:
On his way to work at a somewhat local automotive repair shop, twenty year old Anthony (Tony) Buzzanka was— as only when Helen was away at work— welcomed into the Binkowski apartment by a, appearing as an eighteen year old woman, wearing but a man’s well worn T shirt, scarcely long enough to fully hide Margy’s patch of dark blonde pubic hair and worn and washed enough to allow the impression and shadow of her dark nipples to be seen, Tony was welcome with, literally, open arms by near fifteen year old Margy for what he called, ‘His Morning Quickie’, which— as of yet, unnoticed by Margy, were becoming ‘quicker’— which, having to get to school anyway, didn’t really bother her because near fifteen year old Margy seemingly was ‘always’ horny, ‘always’ easily orgasmic and, in hand, mouth or vagina, loving the sensation of his thick penis, was ‘always’ enjoyed... all but for one bothersome thing.
Unnoticeable at a distance, however— keeping him from the military draft— close up Tony Buzzanka was cross-eyed, and the closer he became, the more cross-eyed he would become, but because ‘he liked it that way’!
“‘Cause…” Tony had told Margy, “… ‘I like looking at your tits.”
Which truly were developed far beyond the normal development of that of a near fifteen year old girls breasts… along with Marge’s abnormal growth of pubic hair, which she left unattended— which certainly would give the impression of, at least, an eighteen year old woman — the hair in her armpits she did shave.
Consequently, ‘cause he liked looking at her tits, their only coital position was ‘missionary’. And, apparently not aware; “… ‘Cause I like looking at your tits.’, Margy’s eyes were constantly drawn to Tony’s crossed eyes— which one might think would hamper this young females sexual gratification. But being an insatiable near fifteen year old sex addict, though seeing those, near comical, crossed eyes inches from hers, at times did slow Margy up a bit, but she…”
“You ‘come’?”
Always annoyed that she felt he ‘had’ to ask. “Yes,” Margy honestly answered. “ ‘Of course’!”
7:29 AM
This mornings ‘quickie’ quicker than usual because, first of all, Tony Buzzanka rarely in the mood for foreplay, which was always minimal anyway, but this morning he’d come to the conclusion that this, in his mind, ‘little cunt’ wasn’t even eighteen, because twice in the six times he’d been allowed into the Binkowski apartment she’d mentioned ‘having to get to school’, and what eighteen year old broad still goes to school? Also, aware of the age of consent in Wisconsin he wasn’t looking forward to spending ‘any’ time in jail. Besides, with absolutely no physical challenge, fucking Margy, in plain words, was just becoming boring.
‘Twenty-three minutes from start to finish’.
Twenty-nine minutes from the time Tony dropped his not too clean, actually brown smeared Jockey shorts and Margy spread her legs to…
‘’Completely dressed’, standing at the door with his hand anxiously clutching the doorknob. Knowing he’d had enough of Margery Binkowski and that he’d never be back, reaching into his back pocket and removing a thin cigarette case. “Here, I’ve a little present for you.” Opening the case Tony gave Margy a thinly rolled ‘reefer’.
This not being the first time she’d smoked ‘pot’. Taking it, genteelly, holding the ‘reefer’ between thumb and forefinger. Wondering if, Should I wait till after school. But by then her mother would be home and that she’d definitely smell it on her.
Tony Buzzanka’s parting words to Margery Binkowski: “Wait till your old lady’s not around.”
Hearing him clumping down the three flights of stairs. Standing naked, left alone with a thinly rolled joint…
‘ fuck it!’ Once dressed and outside, Margy took the meager joints three ‘hits’ in the shadow of an outside doorway on her way to…
‘Holy Trinity Catholic School for Girls, as...’
From Washington, D.C.: 8:15 AM
“Before 1939, it was the accepted belief of scientists that it was theoretically possible to release atomic energy.” President Harry S. Truman’s radio broadcast to the people of America...”
Milwaukee, Wisconsin:‘Sister Mary Benedict’s’ rapt attention now drawn from the wall mounted speaker to…
From D.C.“... But no one knew any practical method to do it. By 1942, however, we knew the German’s were working to find a way to add atomic. energy to the other engines of war with which they hoped to enslave the world.”
Milwaukee: 8:16 AM ......the rear row of school desks where Margery Binkowski — her crossed arms atop the desk, her head atop her arms— Margy sleeps her marijuana induced sleep, until… ‘thawak’! ...Sister Mary Benedict’s spring steel enforced— so the girls thought throughout the years of Sister Mary Benedict’s classes — yard stick sharply slapped across the sleeping girl’s shoulders bringing Margery Binkowski back to glassy eyed consciousness, as, standing quickly, “Fuck you!” Shoving Sister Mary Benedict backward, forcing the old woman to fall between the two rows of side aisle desks. “And fuck this place!”
Pink’s Hardware Store:8:17 AM
Except for Clyde and Sharon...whom on this day was wearing blue jeans, were again on the floor screwing nuts onto bolts from the pile of mismatched that never seems to grow smaller, as the entire crew, including three passers-by that had come in from outside that were standing about the counter, listening t0 the President’s speech informing the American public of the creation of the ‘Atomic bomb’, and it’s horrible consequence, in the process of concluding with: “We are now prepared to obliterate more rapidly and completely destroy every productive enterprise the Japanese have above ground in any city. We shall destroy their docks, their factories, and their communications.
Let there be no mistake; we shall completely destroy Japan's power to make war. It was to spare the Japanese people from utter destruction that our ultimatum of July 26 was issued. Their leaders promptly rejected that
ultimatum. If they do not now accept our terms they may expect a rain of ruin from the air, the like of which has never been seen on this earth. Behind this air attack will follow sea and land forces in such numbers and
power as they have not yet seen and with the fighting skill of which they are already well aware.” The president’s implication of mass destruction as never before witnessed by mankind apparent.
“Thank you…” President Harry S. Truman said “...and may God protect our soldiers and God bless the United States of America.”
Throughout America: Radios returning to regular broadcasting…
“ He’s the Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company ‘B’!”
Loveland, Ohio: “My, God!” Speaking to no one in particular. “All those people; the women, the children! What about all the women and children?”
“The war will end, Sarah, our boys…” Murray said “...will come home.”
Milwaukee, Wisconsin: Knowing a ‘house’ she could go to, Margery Binkowski’s decision made.
Having both keys, first to their apartment’s assigned shed in the basement. Opening the clasp lock, Margy dragged the largest suitcase up the three flights of stairs.
Into the apartment, into her bedroom where taking all the clothing she wished to take, then leaving a note:
‘Ma, I’m moving out. Hope daddy’s okay. I’ll call you. Margy.
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Chapter Two
House of Flowers
