Circa Tulsa 1964

Ch. Five

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The mornings here in Tulsa were always calm, in living here for about two months that was what I liked the most. Besides the fact that summer was nearly over and it wasn't quite so hot.

Tranquil mornings with a soft breeze and a few doves cooing. It was time I allocated specially for myself. Rolling out of a calm slumber and just being with my own thoughts. I liked it real well, that was until inevitably it was time for work and I was tasked with the chore of waking up my brother.

James Foster Jr. was the heaviest sleeper known to mankind. He could sleep through a third world war. In my dad being a construction contractor he fixed plenty of menial problems around our house. Many a times had there been a pounding hammer on the wall adjacent or a running table saw in the basement. Bucky Mac could sleep through it all.

I was kindly reminded of that fact when I pushed his bedroom door open and stood over the slumbering teenager. "Hey, Bucky," I spoke flatly, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him back and forth. "Wake up."

He muttered a few undefinable words before rolling over. His breath evening back out. I rolled my eyes heavily, grabbing his arm and wagging it around. "Bucky! Bucky, Bucky, Bucky." I pestered, shaking him. Even going as far as to jump up on the bed and jostle him all about.

Still nothing. His eyes didn't even flutter. How can you still sleep peacefully when someone is jumping on you?

"Oh, James Mac Foster." I sighed, just reaching forwards and pinching his nose shut. Muting my palm downwards to cover his mouth. It only took a few seconds for him to gasp, grabbing my wrist in an iron grip. Finally launching upright only to glare at me once he adjusted to his surroundings.

"I'm going to murder you. Like actually kill you, conspiracy and execution." Bucky threatened, looking at me with those mean eyes he has. Well we both have them but for some reason his were always more unsettling.

"Don't sleep so heavy." I shrugged, yanking my arm away from his grip. "Come on and get ready. We have to go to work." I padded back to my bedroom, locating the navy pants I usually wore to the DX. I slipped out of my night clothes and got dressed, applying my makeup as I usually did. I suddenly regretted not taking the time to put in my curlers last night when I saw how flat my hair looked.

With haste I brushed my hair up into a ponytail and secured it. Adding a white headband to the look in hopes to aid my anxious mind. If there was one thing I hated almost more than anything in the whole world was looking not put together.

I didn't care what Ali said about civil rights protesters or the Hippies. I sure liked The Beatles but never in god's name would I be caught dead out and about in bare feet or looking disheveled like that. Besides, the headband and the ponytail looked quite nice in my humble opinion. Complimented the white sleeveless top I wore well.

"Hey, domestic abuser? You ready to go yet?" Bucky spat, peeking his head in my door. Clearly he was still bothered by the rather invasive way I had woken him up. Though in reality, he deserved every bit of it. If one twin slept like a ton of bricks... the other light as a feather. The amount of things that woke up myself and not Bucky was enough for decades worth of lost sleep. If honesty is the best policy then Buck deserves to be violently awoken everyday.

"Real funny Buck, I shook you for five minutes and nothing happened." I defended, snagging the DX shirt from the hook adjacent to the door.

"So you thought manslaughter was the next best thing? I love waking up from a sweet slumber to my airways being obstructed." He whined, a griping tone evident in his voice.

"Eres tan muy dramático." I rolled my eyes, stepping down the staircase and making my way to the front door. Pulling it open and letting the brisk morning air waft in.