The Agenda: Day 77
I saw Relle and she was crying.
Carrying her water home in the middle of the day.
I wish I could brush it aside as worry about the Queen.
I must admit I felt a twinge of fierce glee at first.
But then I felt bad.
She looked hot and dusty and lonely.
I love this town, and I want everyone else to like it too.
Even if I hate them.
It scares me to think that we are capable of turning on people.
Because once that starts happening, you never know who will be next.