“Says the person in power beside her. You’re related, right?” Alice scoffs. “We didn’t do those things. You did those things to each other. And ya should have kept the doors shut and been quiet, like we said to do. Look around you. If more people are angry ‘n unsettled about something than not, it’s unlikely that they’re all wrong. The problem is probably her. It ain’t growing pains. It ain’t wanting things to stay the same. It’s a feeling about her and my gut ain’t ever been wrong. The Merciless? Pshh. Why the hell would we want someone ruling over us who calls herself The Merciless?”
She shakes her head and a few who know her nod in agreement. No, her gut is usually spot on. It is known. Speaking more to the people around her than anyone else, the old woman says, “It ain’t representation. It’s trussed up to look like it. ‘Course she’ll say we didn’t want to help, we had an opportunity, but working with makes her legitimate. So as far as I’m concerned, she can call herself Queen all she wants, but me ‘n my farm say she ain’t ours.” Alice crosses her arms over her bountiful chest and with a decisive nod of her head, gathers up her kin in order to leave. About twenty or so additional people pick their way over and through the crowd, making their way to the exits: a small, but rebellious group.
She shakes her head and a few who know her nod in agreement. No, her gut is usually spot on. It is known. Speaking more to the people around her than anyone else, the old woman says, “It ain’t representation. It’s trussed up to look like it. ‘Course she’ll say we didn’t want to help, we had an opportunity, but working with makes her legitimate. So as far as I’m concerned, she can call herself Queen all she wants, but me ‘n my farm say she ain’t ours.” Alice crosses her arms over her bountiful chest and with a decisive nod of her head, gathers up her kin in order to leave. About twenty or so additional people pick their way over and through the crowd, making their way to the exits: a small, but rebellious group.
