A Glimpse of MICHAEL II: The Sundarbans Park

The McCants family, Frank and Martha McCants, with five of their eight sons, in hiding from their aggressors, have moved to the resort town of Idlewild, Michigan, over 200 miles northwest of Detroit.

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By the weekend the family was finally relaxed. Richard and Louis had arrived and all of them took turns barbequing various beef, chicken, and vegetables, even though the temperature was a mere fifty degrees. There was a volleyball net up, with other sports equipment in a shed. Martha was relaxed enough to swim in the cold lake nearby. The boys were amazed that their mother could tolerate the water, but Frank just laughed.

When Louis attempted to get his dad to go into the water he said, “No way, Jose, am I getting near that water. Just looking at it makes me shiver. Guess those European genes of hers can come in handy at times,” and they laughed.

That evening, after three days of relaxing, Jack was getting anxious again. He sensed trouble brewing but did not want to alarm anyone, just in case he was wrong.

“I’m never wrong about these feelings. Something is going to jump off tonight.”

After a nice dinner and a game of monopoly the family began separating into their own quarters. By midnight everyone was asleep. Except Jack.

At 2:00 a.m. their world exploded. Bullets came flying through every window in the house. Frank grabbed Martha and pulled her to the floor beside the bed. He yelled for the boys to get down, but no one could hear him over the roar of munition rounds crashing in on them.

Martha thought, “Oh my god! Someone gave away where we were hiding. I knew we should have been more discrete outside of the house, not acting like some fucken rich folks living it up in their private castles.

“Grandma, please help!”