I think the bomb he just dropped of a long time member of our community disappearing has stunned everyone. When he opens the floor to questioning it takes a minute before a beefy looking guy stands up from the plate in his face. “That’s too bad about Claire,” he says, not really sounding too empathetic, I note. I get it. She was a sweet gal to everyone’s face, but I knew her, we were close once a long time ago, but the instant there was an opportunity to climb any ladder, she’d make you hold it, then take it away so you couldn’t follow.
The guy goes on, “Communal living is great and all for you people, but it ain’t gonna fly with us farmers. We got animals and they’re best taken care of in a farm setting, ya get it?”
I told Corin, a lot of people weren’t gonna be keen on this, but it was a good idea for those who didn’t have animals or even proper shelter.
“That’s a good point,” I pipe in, chancing a look at Sabrina. She has animals herself and I can imagine her anger is only increasing with this proposal.
“That means making the town safer and rationing our resources even more important, right? Because not everyone can live in the school but we need them to feel protected and also not to starve.”