Chapter Fifteen
April Again
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We had come full
circle. It was April again. It hit many
people hard, to realize that we were on the verge of being trapped for an
entire year. The reality that we might
never leave, that whatever this was, it was going to be our permanent
existence, was sinking in. Unlike the
suicidal impulses that seemed to waft through in August, following July's
horrible tunnel collapse, this seemed to be more of a resigned acceptance.
I have no idea
what the population count was anymore.
Artie said they don't do that part of the meeting anymore. They don't seem to care.
I told Artie about
what David Izzner had told me, concerning a possible conspiracy between Mr.
Tate and Mark Granite. The source of the
information bothered Artie; he didn't think much of Izzner. But the more he thought about it, the more he
realized that it made a sick kind of sense.
We decided to keep to ourselves until we could figure out more.
My father had
regained his spirits, and actually was enjoying his new role. He was a great educator, and loved getting
back into the classroom a bit more. He
and Mrs. Forsyth were busy making new
academic plans, including college courses for the graduates. Mr. Tate didn't seem to care what my father
did. He offered no support, but he
didn't put up any road blocks either.
The Security
Council Police, as they came to be known, formed quickly. At first there didn't seem to be much
change. The athletes and others around
Mark Granite seemed to have a bit more swagger, and students subject to
bullying had no real defenders. But some
of their more egregious wouldn't come about until later.
I did my best to
depoliticize The Sands of Loren, at least for right now. I concentrated on a plotline that had Nurse
Rackett and the Hospital owner, Andrea Goldman, competing for the same new
intern, played by Geoffery Spivey. He
looked a little better without his glasses, even though he stumbled around a
bit. What the heck, it just increased
the humor level. The ridiculous plotting
was easy, and gave me a little more time to concentrate on other things.
Other things like
proving Robert Pelley was the murderous scum that I knew him to be.
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