There is a mob headed up the street toward the post office.

Right on time, Amelda says cheerfully, checking her watch,

smiling over at Jonas Spar, who was stationed at her side.

Isn't it wonderful?

The first wave has arrived and is being held at bay by the Con sectors company of soldiers there's a lot of yelling

and waving of trusty handbooks brandishing of papers townspeople are vying for attention i'd

like to purchase a share of mids please what do i need to do to make an investment on this new

cooperative venture i'm given to understand?

Please, excuse me, could I speak with Amelda?

I made an appointment yesterday.

I've been waiting in line since the beginning.

People are cutting in front of me.

I demand to speak to someone at once.

Now look, here, I did several good deeds the other day.

Why weren't those included in this whole bureaucratic initial foray detail?

I've been here for an hour and no one has spoken to me. So much screaming spar chuckled at all this.

And pat some elder on the shoulder. Looks like you'll have your work cut out for you for a few days,

Madam Notary. He says, you'll be filing new accounts night and day.

And I wouldn't have it any other way, she says. My volunteers and I are going to be fast friends by the

time we're through. Best jump right in then, Spar says, and waste no time, getting started with the good work.

He gestures her ahead as the company holds back the throng of stationary hill citizens,

and Imelda, smiling ear to ear, follows him up onto a dais overlooking the street,

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