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watch. Harrison shrugged, pacing back to the bedroom and knocking on the door.
"Hey Radcliffe, Joe and I are heading to the Cali boarder to go try out an
experiment and I was wondering if you wanted to go." He said through the
wood. He was getting used to talking through her doors.
    "What kind of experiment are you to
nutheads trying out now?" He heard her ask.
    "Well, Joe read somewhere that the
only thing you call throw out of the window on a Californian highway in a
moving car is chicken feathers and water. We called up his brother, who is
going through law school now, and he verified the fact, so we're going to see
if it works."
    Molly rolled her eyes as she played with
the lamp switch that sat on her desk. "I've heard that one already. 'Of
course it's legal I've read every law book in Dad's library. It's totally
legal." She quoted.
    Harrison squinted, trying to think back.
"...Wasn't that you?"
    Molly laughed. "We both said it. Only
difference was, when I said it, I was right. When you said it, you were always
wrong. Just because you read all the laws doesn't mean they'll bow down and
bend for you. But no thanks, Harry. Just let me know when you go so I can get
the bail money from your drawer and so I don't make an fancy plans for that
night."
    Harrison smirked. It was true he had
called Molly on occasion to do just that. It wasn't very good for his reputation,
true but all work and no fun led to a very boring life, which he was
determined to never partake in.
    "Not this time, my friend. This time
it's legal. But alright then, more water and chicken feathers for me
then."
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    "So she wouldn't come, huh?"
Josiah Jeffers asked, holding two sacks of chicken feathers with a few jugs of
water resting on the tops of his boots.
    Harrison shook his head, his hands gripping
the steering wheel tighter. "She acts fine...but I think she's mad at me.
How am I to know though? She always gets difficult."
    "Didn't you say that your dating that
Candy chick?" When Harrison confirmed this with a nod, he continued.
"Isn't that the same Candy Grey that we hear Molls and Marty talk about
sometimes? You know, that woman they can't stand?"
    Harrison shrugged. "I don't know. I
can't keep up with all their chatter. And if she don't want me to date Candice,
why don't she just say so? Why did she ask me to fix the problem if she
wouldn't like the way I'd handle it? I mean really, would she have liked it
better if I went on the intercom and announced to the school that we weren't?
I'm sure she would have been oh so delighted!"
    "You know how complicated women are.
Can't understand a single one of them. You must know that more than
anyone."
    "Why? Because of my horribly infamous
dating habits?"
    Josiah looked at his close friend in
amusement. "I was going to say because you've had to deal with Molly since
a year before you started kindergarten, but hey, that works too."
    Harrison slowed his speed until he was at
thirty miles per hour. He had chosen a highway that had very little activity to
guarantee no one getting hurt while driving behind them. And then, they started
to pour out the jugs of water. At the same time, Josiah threw fistfuls of
feathers out the window, watching as they hit the road, wet with their water,
and stick fast to it under the baking sun.
    "Shame we aren't allowed to let glue
out the window that might make it in to a comedic situation." Josiah
commented.
    Harrison shook his head. "No way man
the idea here is to get away with throwing things out the window, not to get
glue all over my truck in the process. Contrary to popular belief, this is a
damn fine truck. And I like this truck of mine."
    "It don't even make it up a steep hill
anymore. It's chicken enough to wear these feathers."
    "Only if you're brave enough to risk
the fist in your face."
    Josiah stopped after that, knowing fully what
it felt like to be on the receiving end of Harrison Redford's anger.