It was a warm evening as Annabel and Jim walked to the local council offices.
“Thank God,” said Jim, putting his stretch in his pocket.
“What is it?” Annabel asked.
“They have published the new rules about who can work at the university. Because I’m a veteran, I’m safe for now. Ben and Elijah are safe too.”
“That’s good.” Annabel breathed a sigh of relief.
“Elijah said that they killed his cousin. Forty-five, a doctor, taken from his office, he died in the hospital.”
Jim realised he was bringing Annabel’s mood down again.
“I ordered the bushes for the land,” he said.
“I saw Jenny yesterday,” said Annabel, ignoring his good news. “She said the nurses in her hospital are fanatical and sing the Unity anthem.”
“I did some writing,” Jim tried to change the subject.
“Have you heard fro
