Chapter 8: A nasty plot

This morning, Quansib is bustling as a New Year's Eve celebration. The packed Twelve Pub did not have a seat; they were all discussing the notice that had just been pasted up in front of the Oval. Hartix angrily kicked the open door in front of the bar, throwing someone into the street.

"Do not ever walk into my bar again. I'm going to beat you to death." He screamed.

Hartix's handling of alcoholics who wouldn't pay every day, especially today, the one he threw back was a girl who looked weak.

"He never knew the difference between a man and a woman. They are all the same."

"Who is that girl?"

They all shook their heads as if it had nothing to do with them. The rhythm of the talk returned to normal; their concerns shifted to the old topic.

"This year seems less than every year."

"The standard of choice is too strange."

"Surely Mr. Cusia's Kristen has reserved a place."

The crowd nodded in agreement, "No one is as strong as him all over Quansib. Mr. Cusia's mayoral seat is even more cer