Chapter Thirteen
Hot Chocolate
“Fall seven times, stand up eight.” —Japanese proverb “ Fall seven times, get up six and sleep it off.” —Ex-alcoholic
DBO’s idea of saving the planet started with a planet run on clean energy from the hippie community.
Vegas, however, hadn’t even thought that far. All she thought about was when could she use her drill again and how best to get back in contact with Hilda without it leading to a full-blown lecture, or worse, a pay cut.
DBO began to talk of connecting wind energy from the scarecrows and harnessing it from the water to all in the café. Vegas nodded, acting as if she understood; in truth, she felt like an i***t, all this clean-energy malarkey was the last thing on her mind.
She looked at DBO as her thin arms gestured with passion.
