During the winter of 1971 David and Kyle worked different shifts. David worked the day shift 8:00 AM to 5:00 PM. Kyle had the 'graveyard shift' from midnight to 8:00 AM. They only got to see each other every other weekend when their shifts allowed.

1971 was the snowiest winter on recording the region. As rookies, David and Kyle spent a lot of time rescuing stranded motorists, doing traffic control, and investigating minor crimes.

Although David didn't see much of Kyle, he got to see Emily more. After his shift, and after her homework was done, Emily would wander over to the Larson house and spend time with David.

This is Emily's graduating year, and next year she would be going to College. David hopes that she will be accepted at Carleton university in Ottawa, so that she won't have to leave home to go to school.

One Saturday morning in mid June when they both had the weekend off, Kyle saunters up the steps of the Larson deck and joins David at the patio table.  There are Coffee and muffins, so Kyle helps himself before he sits down. David has a thick book open on the table.

"I see you're deep into the Police Procedures manual David. What's up?"

"I have to give testimony in a car theft case."  David said, groaning.

"Lucky you. I don't have to deal with that crap. At least not until they open a night court."

"What exactly do you do on the night shift?" David snorts sourly.

"You're friendly, what bear bit you?"

"Sorry, it, just that I hate taking the stand. The defence lawyers make me feel like I'm the criminal, rather than the arresting officer."

Emily cuts across David's lawn and joins the two young men at the patio table. She folds her arms and looks pointedly at David.

"The graduation prom is in two weeks, and I don't have a date."

David says nothing, apparently not taking the hint.

"Don't look at me, I have better taste in girls."  Kyle grins, teasing her.

Emily takes a swipe at Kyle's head. He ducks, and she misses. She glances over at David expectantly.

"I can't dance."  He said defensively.

"I can teach you."  Emily is not giving up so easily.

"Don't be too sure about that. I have three left feet, and not one of them have any rhythm."

"I don't think you're going to weasel out of this one David. She's determined. She'll just pester you till you give in."  Kyle laughed.

"Fine, I'll go." David said, throwing up his hands in defeat.

"You really will have to teach me how to dance. I wasn't kidding about the three left feet. I get to lead, though."

Laughing happily, Emily calls back over her shoulder as she hops down the steps.

"We'll see. I'll come over with the record player tomorrow."

She skips across the lawn singing.

"Now you're in for it. You're not going to get any peace for the next two weeks."  Kyle commented.

"Now you're concerned? You're the one that helped talk me into it."

"I know. I did that because I'd rather see her go to the prom with you rather than that creep, Jeff Pike."

"She broke up with him."

"I know, but he's been lurking around the girls' locker at school. I went to pick them up at school a couple of weeks ago. I went to their locker where I usually go to find them. Joanie was talking to him. He took off when I showed up, and Joanie seemed annoyed that I had scared him off. I wonder if she's seeing him."

Kyle said worriedly.

"Joanie? Nah. she has way too much sense.

Kyle shrugged, not convinced. Joanie had been laughing and enjoying the conversation that day.

The End

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