Chapter Thirteen
Winds of Change
Another summer solstice, another birthday came and went, and it was summer again, the warm days of mid July.
I got to work one morning after a night alone in the attic, and found thered been a fight at the plant. No one knew for a long time what the disturbance was about, but all the gossip suggested that whatever happened had been ugly. An ambulance had been called, the participants taken away, and the whole thing was swept under the rug by the plant managers as if it had never happened. But something had happened and everyone could feel the turbulent cloud brewing in the ethers all day.
I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach since early morning, when I realized that Dalton hadnt shown up for work. It had been some time since hed taken on
