Karl
Before I know it, several days have passed since my brother suggested an election.
The outcome of this election will determine who will be the Alpha. It’s not what I expected, but in a strange way, it’s invigorating. The past few days have been filled with early preparations: setting dates, interviewing campaign managers, and coming up with campaign slogans and posters.
I wish I could be there for Abby, but I haven’t heard for her. The news hasn’t let up, though, and it seems as though the health department is waiting on tests to come back before they reach a verdict.
It’s a sunny afternoon when I’m sitting in my office, in the midst of a pile of paperwork. The news is playing on the TV—a segment on the Alpha party disaster.
“Unfortunately, the owner of the restaurant La Belle Vi
