203- Zero Hour

Tired of the everyday grind, Ever dream of a life of romantic adventure, Wanna get away from it all? We offer you escape! Escape! Designed to free you from the four walls of today For a half hour of high adventure.

Or in your house, surrounded by all that is secure and normal. While outside, your children are playing a new and wonderful game. Well thanks, thanks a lot.

And how nice, are you in town? No, it's all I call. It's long distance though, you shouldn't. Oh, I can afford three minutes. How's Henry?

Fine, and Bill? Oh, just fine. What about me? Oh wonderful, noisier than ever. She's got a new game now. It's taking the place of hopscotch invasion. Is she playing that too? Yes. Are yours? Same thing. Some kind of geometric jack I suppose. His hood is green. All the kids are age are playing it up here.

Jimmy's got a crush on some guy named Drill. I think that's what it is. Well it must be a new password. Mine likes him too. I didn't know I've got to New York, word of mouth I suppose, you know kids.

My sister in Boston, she says her kids are playing it too. It's sweeping the country. I wonder where they learned it. Don't ask me. All I know is what Timmy told me at lunch. Zero hours, that's when the invasion's going to be.

These kids and their imaginations. And they talked a little more. School girlfriend, casual woman talk. But Mrs. Morris was thoughtful. She was thinking of other things, of adults. Her children underlined with imagination, rose bushes, dimensions.

She thought of how much she had forgotten about being a child, and she wondered about me, and all the kids who at that moment were playing, invasion. Oh, no, not if I know Fred. I'm so glad you called.