{"id":15743,"date":"2015-06-29T10:00:29","date_gmt":"2015-06-29T14:00:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.foresthillsconnection.com\/?p=15743"},"modified":"2015-11-25T22:24:20","modified_gmt":"2015-11-26T03:24:20","slug":"the-scientists-and-the-spy-a-forest-hills-mystery-chapter-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.foresthillsconnection.com\/style\/the-scientists-and-the-spy-a-forest-hills-mystery-chapter-10\/","title":{"rendered":"The Scientists and the Spy: A Forest Hills Mystery \u2013 Chapter 10"},"content":{"rendered":"
by Anthony Dobranski<\/em> Dorothy had seen the typewriter drive signs back in Bowling Green over the summer, asking for recent models to be donated to the war effort. She had never imagined she would be on the receiving end.<\/p>\n
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\nIt was a sight Dorothy could never have imagined: trucks full of typewriters, hundreds in each one, hastily unloaded by workers into carts that wandered multiple paths along the Munitions Building’s great loading dock. An anthill of movement, it swept up Dorothy and her crew.
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\nDorothy’s crew now wore overalls, scrounged on Monday from no one knew where, but welcome. They possibly had something to do with the cookies Dorothy had Agnes give to the supervisor last Friday. Dorothy felt like a trussed chicken in her oversized overalls, the extra width of fabric like stubby wings below her arms, but it was better than snagging a blouse. The overalls stank of her own sweat and of others, but only on first wearing them, and they likely smelled worse at Guadalcanal.<\/p>\n