CHAPTER 24ROCHELLE
September 20, 2090
“I understand it’s expensive, but if Maibe invests in this update to the electrical grid now . . .” Neil paused dramatically to look at each face lining the conference table, stopping at Molly. “We’ll avoid those annoying outages in the short term and a complete blackout in the long term.”
Between scribbled notes, I glanced up at Molly’s sour expression. When I left the house, Keppler and Max were covered in grease to their elbows trying to figure out what was causing the truck’s latest refusal to start. Although he had never missed a council meeting, Keppler felt he was making good progress on the truck, so I volunteered to fill in as notetaker just this one time. He probably wouldn’t let me do it again after not being able to read my handwriting.
