Page 125 of The Rebound
“I… yeah.” I nod, trying to keep up. “Of course.”
“We’ll be there,” Luke promises.
“Great. Thanks.” She rubs her forehead, her eyes distant as she thinks. “And how do you feel about getting arrested?”
We both stare at her. “How many times have you been arrested?” I ask.
“Four.”
“Four?”
“Five,” Tomasz says. “That pipeline thing.”
“Five,” Louise amends.
Five.
Luke clears his throat. “Then I guess I’d prefer not to, but I’m still happy to help.”
“I guess I’m the same?” I say.
Louise glances back at me. “Oh, no, you need to stay here, Abby. I need you to knock on doors and get the word out for people to come down. Everyone on the street, okay? As many as you can find.”
“But I want to come with you. I want to be there.”
No one says anything.
“What?” I ask.
Louise sighs. “It’s just—”
“You’re the bad guy,” Tomasz calls, still with his back to the room.
“Because I worked for MacFarlane?” I turn to Louise for an explanation. “Do you bitch about me to your protestor friends?”
“Of course not,” she says. “But it’s not like MacFarlane were pioneers of climate change, Abby. Greenpeace targeted them all the time.”
“But we had a climate committee,” I protest. “We switched to bamboo cutlery in the break rooms and we got the CEO to give up his private jet.”
Louise and Luke stare at me.
“Alright, I now realize how that sounds,” I say. “But I don’t care. Let me help. We can put a sign on the door. Ollie can tell them.”
“Let her come,” Luke says when Louise starts to argue. “Or you won’t hear the end of it.”
I scowl at him. “That was not kind of backup I was looking for.”
“Okay.” Louise sighs. “Just don’t say anything. To anyone. Pretend you’re my cousin.”
“I’m not going to pretend I’m your—”
Tomasz clears his throat.
“Fine,” I mutter. He flashes me a thumbs-up.
“Get dressed then,” she says. “I have a spare pair of boots in the car.”
“I’ll stick around,” Luke says. “Tell Ollie what’s happening and meet you there.”
