36 - Maeve
After cleaning up the dishes, Kathleen took a pile of sheets from the Maine Environment Association. She would be attending a press conference in neighboring Fallsworth (where the citizens feared for their barrage’s stability) where she would do her utmost best to disrupt the said conference. (The mayor of that city did not like Kathleen either, with her way of barging into the agreed-upon speech.)
Of course, I suggested she should take a second day of rest, but it was like telling Rowan to slow down and take a break.
Useless.
Kathleen was going for another round of “popular consultations” that were (according to her) anything but a consultation, and so ill promoted that a CIA secret meeting would be easier to attend.
As soon as her blue Chevy had turned the corner, I rose
