Chapter 32The council assembled, along with almost all the rest of the group, crammed into the mess hall. Only the children, and the adults taking care of them, were absent.
Mitch leaned over to Cal and spoke as the room filled up. “I’m a bit nervous. I didn’t expect everyone to show.”
“You’ll fight zombies and bandits, but you’re frightened of addressing a room full of women?”
“Public speaking was never my favorite thing.”
“You were a cop!”
“It’s not the same thing.” Mitch grimaced. “I did have to go talk to school groups sometimes. That was the worst.”
“Well, this lot probably aren’t going to flick spitballs at you.” He took Mitch’s hand, down between the seats, out of sight, a gesture just for the two of them, gave it a gentle squeeze. “It’s your time, Mitch. Don’t be shy. I know
