Chapter 78
I JERKED my hands up over my head, desperately waving for attention over the massed people shouting my name. My stomach clenched at the idea of becoming the boss—I didn’t want the job; I couldn’t do the job; I sure as hell didn’t deserve the job.
But Alice and Ceren were right there in front, chanting my name along with the crowd.
I’d face Two Backs with a toothbrush before I took the job.
What was wrong with people, demanding I become—what? Mayor? King? Warlord?
Right in the middle of Main Street, on a hot sunny June day, amidst a knot of my neighbors, everything was going to hell. I could almost smell their passion over the smoldering shell of Bill’s puttermobile.
Not everyone had joined in the shouts of approval, though. The members of Acceptance that I recognized all s
