‘The A&B Building was made entirely from driftwood,’ she says, patting the wood pile. ‘So it can be done.’
She’s a treasure trove of half-truths and and pseudo-facts. She delivers them with confidence and conviction, though.
Like that building she’s referred to; it had a driftwood facade, but it looked the deal – like her. Nobody cares what I know – I didn’t learn the art of public speaking before civilisation collapsed. Why do they still mistake eloquence for expertise?
Today, though, she injects everybody with the enthusiasm to build shelter with the material at hand.
The faster, the better. The weather is turning, even if she doesn’t believe it.
*When we say public, we mean private, obviously.
Honestly, I think I’ve written the beginning of a dystopian romcom for MFtS this week. Anybody want to read on?