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The Puente Waste Management plant was a oval-shaped pod that could be seen high from the sky. It was a silver rosary in the sand, a glittering icon among the shifting dust.
As the ship descended, Eddie spotted rows upon rows of squares lined up outside the plant.
Cardboard.
Plastic.
Bales of them.
The rows were longer than when he left.
He smiled. Alma and the girls must have been hard at work. Alma could drive a front-end loader with a speed and accuracy that rivaled any man, and his cousin Josefina could fly in a forklift.
He counted the rows and did quick mental math.
Macalestern would buy the cardboard—they always needed recycled supplies for things like office projects and cubicles.
Recycled glass was precious and sold for good money. They had a separate plant that process
