The strike is history, thanks to Kell. She finally got management (in the person of R.L.) to confess what they really feared from the Internet, and she was able to allay those concerns. I’m quite proud of her; she’s not a geek, but she was able to marshall enough technical information to back up her arguments and win a fair contract for her fellow predators. (I’m sure that being married to the co-owner of an
ISP helped on that count.)
The predators have resumed hunting, but are frustrated since most of their prey is hibernating. Instead, they settled for those who’ve been kicked off reality TV shows.
So life goes on. Fenton and I see each other whenever we’re not taking separate classes, and very occasionally the topic of conversation comes around to our future. While engaged, we’re not actively making any wedding plans, and I certainly haven’t picked out any flatware patterns.
