what do atoms do?

by bofa xesjum

an atom spun. a butterfly landed on a leaf. a cat prowled. a dog barked. evangeline woke up.. it seemed to be around noon, but the house was strangely quiet. fortunately, the overhead fan was working. where was everybody? a servant or two, at least. evangeline wandered from room to room, but nobody seemed to be about. she looked out the big window. the sun was busy baking the horrible flat colonial landscape that she hated so much. finally she noticed a small note on the coffee table in the big front room. the note was held down by a polished gray rock that almost covered it. dear evangeline, the note began, in what she recognized as gerald’s prim handwriting, we tried to wake you but could not. the countryside is in something of an uproar, as the natives are having one of their surly fits. we have loaded up the two trucks and are headed for the helicopter pad or, failing that, the port, ferguson declared that as you took no part in loading up the trucks, and as they were quite full, no time should be wasted finding room for tour insensate carcass. good luck! what rot, evangeine thought. they left me here because they do not care for me. she wandered into the kitchen. the refrigerator was working. the shelves were bare, but there was a half pint of vamilla ice cream in the freezer compartment, and she found a spoon and began eating it. evangeline did not have much imagination but she wondered what might happen if the servants returned, maybe bringing other natives or rebels or whatever they called themselves, with them. or maybe the whole thing would just blow over and ferguson and the rest of them would return, and have a good laugh about it, and tell endless stories about it. p>