XIX
Miri waited impatiently on the street corner as the clouds poured down rain.
“Hurry up,” she whispered.
Above, the giant television screens played advertisements and the news, and people passed underneath. The rain streaked the screens, but they were so bright that it didn’t affect their resolution.
A political ad for Governor Grimoire played on the largest screen.
Ennius for Governor. The wisdom to lead.
Miri wrinkled her nose in disgust.
Her phone rang. Surprisingly, it was Celesse.
Miri scrambled for the phone.
“Celesse?” Miri asked.
“Miri, where are you?”
“I’m downtown. How are things?”
“It’s as bad as we expected,” Celesse said.
“Is Lucan—”
“He’s okay,” Celesse said. “They released him. But he’s going to be indicted, Miri.”
“My god. What about Earl? You?”
“He won’t
