Chapter Eighteen
The Move
“The size of an earphone has nothing to do with volume.”—DBO
The Voted In stood, mute, in the corridor. It had been years since the Voted In had ventured south of the upper level. In fact, it had been so long they had nothing to wear, and no idea where the bags were. They had been told they had a day and to wear their earphones.
“The big clear-out commences at sunset,” said Hilda. “A day to pack is more than generous.”
Which was seriously a joke . . .
Hilda could have given them a week and it wouldn’t have been long enough, the Voted In had no idea how to pack. And as for the art of finding, folding, and knowing what to leaving behind, they hadn’t a clue; the only thing they knew how to do was make coffee.
The Voted Ins stared at each other. Hilda had turne
