Ellie pulled her laden truck into Deaver City. The tents and lean-tos had multiplied and some had given way to sheds and shacks
Monica greeted Ellie. While her people unloaded Ellie’s supplies she said, “Could be any day now.”
Ellie peered up at the Ring. It was impossible to know but she could believe “Closure” was imminent. “Yeah.” She grimaced.”We’re pulling back another couple miles. You should, too.”
Monica laughed. “Hell no. We have the best seats in the house.”
When the truck was loaded with cracked stones in payment, Ellie drove off as fast as it would go.