The Orchard Court Mob

The Orchard Court mob consists of a core group of about seven kids.  Usually, they mass to about twelve.  They remind me of a group of mangy mutts, some are small and unkempt, some are large and unkempt, some are very young and even more - unkempt. Lets just leave it that the unkemptness is really their unifying banner.   

I have a love-hate relationship with the Orchard Court mob. I hate their noise, hate their messes, hate their trash, hate to watch them destroy the community toys but love how friendly they are - sometimes.  The Orchard Court mob however, has a  love-love relationship with Seth.  Whenever I am walking home with him from Institute or whatever activity they all say, "hi Seth" (note: they don't even know my name - which may explain my love-hate relationship with them).  

The Orchard Court mob has two ringleaders - both severely unkempt, large, loud and related. We most often refer to them as Kettle Chips and the Bruiser.  Kettle Chips earned her name the first month we lived here.  Seth and I were amazed to watch her walk around the complex consuming an entire bag of Kettle Chips on her own while barking orders at her minions (crumbs flying).  The Bruiser is just that, a stocky boy who could give a beating just as well as take one.  

So, to my story...The other day Bruiser and compadre asked Seth to come throw the football.  I finished up the dishes and strapped Thomas onto my belly to go out and watch.  

Apparently, the Bruiser's idea of catch was to have Seth throw spirals at him and one of his larger followers while they swung on the swings.  It turns out I missed Seth's best shot. The one where he pegged the Bruiser in the face partially knocking him off the swing to the point where he dangled on the chain like a Christmas ornament from a tree branch all the while exclaiming, "Whoa, that was a good one. My face stings!" 

Today:

Bruiser, "Hi Seth."

Seth, "Hey, how's your face?"

Bruiser, "Oh, it was pretty messed up but its better now."