Chapter 9
John Hastings regards the Sunday morning news on television as he absorbs his delicious coffee, himself being not too warm in just his house robe with the thermostat set on eighty-five. Sitting on the plush sofa, he recalls the telephone order for food stuffs he has just given his supplier. At least with a repeat order app, he will not have to invest so much time in a rudimentary task in the future. He thinks he will set all the boxes in the carport and let people come and pick what they need. Maybe put in some deep freezers.
He sips and listens. Fifty-seven people are reported dead and two hundred injured by gun shot wounds while rioting throughout their neighborhoods. He grimaces at that news, knowing the death toll would have been so much higher if the rioters had crossed ce
