Chapter Nineteen
The Quarry
“Opening up the closet of a woman’s imagination is the downfall of many a man.”—The Apparatus of a Woman: Volume One by Legless
Beryl stood at the cliff top of the scrapyard and stared down at her girls—although they did not see themselves as hers.
In fact, when they saw her, they turned their backs. The Voted Ins blamed her for everything.
Their ‘suit’ ideas had been stolen, their patterns and diagrams seized, the gym they constructed taken over and reproduced all over the city, while they, shamed as traitors, had been sent to the scrapyard to work. Their ‘Voted In’ title now a dirty word, an insult thrown about like a used duster.
Ten years on, they were still angry, and the only thing that made it bearable was the idea of getting the better of Beryl and
