Marlowe
The whole club gathered in the same yard where everything had once come apart, patched members and prospects alike filling the space with a weight and formality I hadn't experienced since my own ceremony's disastrous ending.
King spoke first, not pulling rank as President, just addressing the assembled club as someone asking them to actually look at what nearly got lost.
"I'm not going to pretend I'm neutral about this vote," he said, voice carrying easily across the quiet yard. "I love her. Everyone here already knows that by now. But I'm asking you to look past that, if you can, and just consider the facts plainly. She fought at the northern perimeter. She predicted the southern approach and saved this club from a considerably worse outcome by trusting her instincts. She took
