How Green Becomes Wood

Milo looked at the numbers for a bit, but he didn't really know how many to expect in a war or what high and low numbers were. Any number of deaths seemed like a lot of deaths to him, "You'd know better than I do, it's cool you have someone to ask about it."
 
"Yeah, pretty cool," Alec forced himself to agree while thinking, Not cool. Not cool at all. But he wasn't going to say it out loud. He debated a moment before quickly sending the picture to his father with no context and quickly stuffed his phone into his backpack. If he was going to say anything about wrong numbers to anyone, he wanted to make sure he had an authority in his corner. "Off to English now? I wish I could join. You know, I thought I wanted to be an author for a while."
 
"You know, I don't know," Alec admitted. "I just sort of... wandered away from the idea. I still love reading, but I haven't figured out what I'd write about. Well, I was working on one project that I play with sometimes, but that's about it. It's nothing serious."
 
"Yeah, what kind of project?" Xander asked, curious and confused. Alec had never mentioned that before.

Alec flushed and looked away. "Oh, just scribbles. Random bits. Partial journal. That kind of thing. Anyway, have a good class!" He bolted away, leaving Xander and Milo behind.

Xander frowned and tipped his head. "Journal project?" he muttered.
 
"Later. I'll look for you at lunch," Xander said, following after his brother. He didn't think he'd see Milo there, but it was worth letting him know someone wanted to see him.
 
"Yeah..." Milo replied, still not knowing how to respond to the fact some people genuinely wanted him around. He did try to go, when he could summon the nerve, but it was really, really difficult for him to walk into that loud, crowded cafeteria. As he went into class, he wondered if Xander knew that, or if he thought he was just being blown off most of the week.
 
The twins' class went well, as usual, and it did not seem like long until they were heading for lunch. Alec had almost forgotten he'd sent a text to his father, and he didn't check his phone until after he'd waved to Peter - who was spending lunch with other friends - and sat down next to Tom with Becky across from him. Xander had slid down farther on the bench.

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Lex had her front door and every window in her house open, and she'd dragged out several of her rugs into the front yard. Some of her smaller pieces of furniture with fabric had recieved the same treatment.
 
When Alec did check his phone, he had a good eight texts from his father, beginning with a simple What is this? and then, Iraq did not have WMDs, and the US had strong evidence against it. Then, Whose poster is this? and Do not be on your phone during class.

The next two were longer: Why is the civilian death count so low? 60% of deaths from 2004 to 2009 were civilians. And that is a US estimate, the 60%, so if anything it is low. Many thousands of Iraqis died, normal, boring, Iraqis, who had nothing to do with and did not want the war. Where did they get this information?

The 60% figure came from leaked military records, it is very easy information to find.
He attached a link, and explained the hundreds of pregnant women and children who were killed for approaching too closely, and talked about how likely it was they were seeking aid. He mentioned men shot to death trying to take family members to the hospital. Where are they included? In that estimate? Where are they mentioned? Who cares about their lives? And the US wanted to keep it from their people. These weren't numbers meant to be published. Thousands of Iraqi deaths, just a calculation, but they are over half of the people who were killed in the war. Not 'died,' were killed.

After this, there was another, You are at school, do not be on your phone.

Bush was a war criminal, you know. He deserved the shoe. The only regret is it missed. Kelb. Do they even talk about Abu Ghraib? Iraq was at Peace when the US invaded. And over six thousand innocent Iraqis died. And that's if we trust the numbers the US military puts out. There is no way to count it. It is impossible. And how many have died after that? The country was left in shambles. The child malnutrition rate rose, and by 2007, 70% of Iraqis did not have clean drinking water. Look what they did in Haditha. And they called us part of the 'Axis of Evil'! Where are those 24 unarmed civilians?
He included the demographic information for the dead. Where did they go? And what about the displaced? And the orphaned? Where am I?

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After he had sent these messages, Dark took a deep breath, put his phone in his pocket, and stepped out into the backyard with his dog to get some fresh air. He might have done well with some warning, but he wasn't frustrated with Alec, just... at everything that had happened. And how it was still being misrepresented. It wasn't that he supported Saddam Hussein, that man was not a saint, and he was not doing right by Iraq, either, but this outside force---Taking a second deep breath, he noticed Lex, and all of the rugs, and it was curious enough he walked up despite the lingering frustration in his mind and eyes, "Good afternoon," He said, glancing across her yard, "Is it stuffy inside your home?"
 
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"Erm," Alec said, feeling a little shell-shocked. "I don't... wow."

"What?" Xander asked.

"You look like you just got punched via text," Becky said, leaning toward him. "What happened?"

Alec passed his phone over to Xander, who read through the texts carefully. "I had a question about one of the posters and asked my Ba. The poster is... wrong. Maybe after school we could swing by her classroom?" he asked Xander. "She might have not noticed the error."

Xander shrugged. "Sure, I guess. I'm not sure I see the point, but might as well." He handed the phone back to Alec, who considered texting back but decided not to.

"How was your guys' day?" Alec asked, turning his attention to Becky, who let out such a sigh that they all knew they were in for a verbal ride.


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Lex looked up and grinned. "Afternoon, Dark. Yeah, it's a bit dusty in there. I'm not the cleanest person I know, but even I like a decent place to live, you know? So I figured a good scrubbing and airing out before the winter months was in order." She frowned, studying him. She was not skilled in reading Dark's minimal expressions, but he looked moodier than usual to her, which was quite a feat. "Did someone kick your dog?"
 
Dark looked strongly at her, not glancing away, his expressions not revealing anything, and he dryly told her, "You would be surprised the way dogs are treated." He very slowly angled his chin towards the rugs, "It is a good idea. It is not the time of year we clean our rugs, I do a deep clean twice yearly. I really should do it more often, now."
 
Lex didn't flinch away from his look. "I think I got a decent idea." She turned and nudged the closest rug with her foot. "I don't know if it's late in the year or early to be doing this, but I figure it's gotta be done sometime. Might as well do it now while I have a work break. No commissions. I could be working on my own projects, but it's good to take a break now and then, you know? Even if you love it. Maybe especially if you love it."
 
"The important thing is to miss the raining seasons, and the snow, so now is well enough. The thunderstorm nights are long over for the year." Dark replied, looking at the sky. It would be some time before it rained daily again, but until Autumn, "It is good to take breaks, not everyone knows how to take them."
 
Lex wandered closer so she could lean on the fence in a neighborly way. "I have to remind myself. I can get lost in the work and then feel like I'm emerging from being underwater for days." She chuckled and shook her head. "I've set timers for myself in the past, but I think I've gotten past that. I've learned it feels good to rest. Speaking of rest, how's your woodwork going?"
 
"That can be pretty rough," Lex agreed. "Part of you wants to spend every waking moment with the kid and watching them go from looking like some sort of pupa to an actual miniature person, but another part of you still wants to be you, and it's a tough act to balance. At least she's got two parents actively trying to balance. It's a beautiful rarity."
 
"During the week Daizi works. She is at home, but she does spend a significant portion of her time doing much of what she did in the office." He explained, recognizing Lex may not fully know what their dynamic was, "on the rare occasion I have nothing which needs doing and either Daizi does have her or she's napping, I am still sometimes pulled in other pursuits. But I am not suffering for it."
 
"That's a pretty sweet setup," Lex said with an admiring nod. "Is Daizi going to stay working from home, or head back to work, or...?" She let the question hang to indicate she was curious but didn't want to keep listing out possible scenarios.
 
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