“John
and I aren’t,” I argued, then I looked at John. “I’m sorry,
Dear.”
“You’re
right,” he said, smiling.
“No
she isn’t. You three are needed as well. People look up to you and
derive strength from your determination. I’m a glorified mechanic,
but you three and Roman are all leaders. Don’t sell yourselves
short.”
We
were standing in the upstairs circle, and as we talked, I noticed
that several people were making their way out of their homes, many
holding hands.
“Looks
like it’s working,” I told Marc.
John
slapped Marc on the back. “Good job, my friend,” he told him.
“I’m
glad. We really didn’t need the fear again.”
