Genesis
I know we’ve discussed this, Devon, Sabrina, and I, living together, but none of us ever concretely decided on where. Then I began working on the old grocery store and figured I’d just settle there in the small attic apartment, alone but still work closely with the others, now I don’t know of anything.
Luna was back and Pratt, they could take up space at Devon’s farm, Eve too, and while I can grow a garden, farm work is not natural to me. Sabrina had animals too, I could help her with Fenella while she did her work, but I’m not even sure about her right now…
I’m not sure about anything and sometimes I wonder if I should’ve just left with Sterling. This place is home though. I could never leave it, not willingly. We just needed to find a way to think like our parents had, in terms of keeping this town flourishing, everyone was like a part of one big machine.
“So the farmers will network, work together and look out for each other? And others who want can stay here for the Winter? Heck they could travel daily or once a week to the farms to help, I don’t see a problem with that,” I speak up. “But that’s only half of what needs to be covered. What about safety in general?” I look at Corin now.
I hadn’t thought this Harvest celebration would just be more squabbling and politics, but that’s what I get for hoping. “People are just wandering in and out of town and miss—” I stop myself short of calling her goody-two-shoes, “Claire, has disappeared without a trace. We care about rations, shelter, and stuff, but we need some security like yesterday.”