[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=998849]October 31st, 1943 - Listen Little Baby[/color][/b][hr][hr][/center]
	The small group of non-descript rousties that Sophia was speaking to eyed her for a few minutes. It seemed that the rousties were all men in the area but that really wasn't surprising for that day and age. It was still a time for men to do the heavy lifting. Even if most were either too young or too old to really be there. Granted there were a few females in the group. It was the middle of World War II, so most of the able aged men were over seas. "Um, not sure, guess you could grab that," one of the guys said pointing to a wooden crate that bits of splintered wood and steel in it. It wasn't exceptionally heavy as you couldn't fit too much in it because of all the bends and odd shapes. There was no tetrising this mess. "Just follow us this way," he added pointing to a truck over in the distance. 

	The woman chuckled at Gilbert, casting a glance over her shoulder now and again. Nodding her head and giving this knowing "uh huh" from time to time. "No, I was right. You have no patience," she said after he finally finished speaking. "Not even enough to ask a name of me or introduce yourself." She gave him a look, one that a mother would give a child when she knew she was right. Chuckling she walked slowly, taking her time and breathing in the air. She seemed to be listening to something and nodding as she walked. "No one said she invited us, you were told we were here looking for her," she eventually corrected Gilbert. She looked at him, giving him that motherly look once again. And she kept walking, nodding to something before she spoke once more. "You were told she would speak this evening but you had another matter on your mind. So yes, you are impatient and rather uppity. Not something I would have expected from you. And damn long winded. Lot of bullshit spouted and not a single question asked. Yer the one spoiling thangs hun. So let's try this again..."

	There was a long pause as she stood there and then held her hand out to him with a smile coming to her lips. "Hi, I'm Ruthie, nice to meet ya," she said in a welcoming tone. The smile held there even as she turned her head slightly to speak over her shoulder to nothing. "I'll get to that in a minute so just shut yer tea sipping trap."

	The man stopped and glanced around a few times. "Um, Jonesy's his name. He's probably over in Management's trailer right now. He's doing good though man, thanks for checking in," he said as he pulled out a well worn rag and wiped his hands off. They were about as worn as the rag he was using. "Don't be worryin' none, Jonesy's tough and Ben's got the mans back." Hearing a whistle the man jerked his head to the side. The group that Sophia was offering to help was waving him over. He gave a holler to them and a nod to James before running off and helping lift a beam that needed to be moved. 

	Over in the cooch tent, when Alexandra peeked her head in she would see both Libby and Rita Sue on the stage, the seemed to have a frame between them and were practicing doing mirrored dances off the other to some music playing on a wind up phonograph. "Damn it Libby, you gotta do exactly what I do. It ain't a mirror if you don't do what I do."

	"Hard to imagine me looking like you," Libby snapped. 

	"Well trust me girl, it is," Rita snapped back before both of them turned and looked over at Alexandra. "Well hey there, come on in," she said with a smile and waved the girl over. Libby rolled her eyes a bit. 

	"Careful she's looking fer a third," Libby seemed to warn as she sat down on the stage and let her feet dangle over the end as she lit up a cigarette. 

	The older woman looked over at Andromeda as she came over and chuckled. "Hi, I'm Ruthie," she said introducing herself.