On Thanksgiving After the eighth homeless person argued with the test results and one of the volunteers accidentally set one of the tents on fire, Adalina had stepped in and shut it down. There was panic and mayhem in the Utopian streets. Mounting chaos.
Adalina stood near the collapsed, smoldering tent. Her bodyguard was away, on the hunt for earplugs for her. She yelled into her cellphone with a hand closing her other ear. "DADDY.. Listen. Adalina, sweetie, I don't have time for this, get to the-- RRGGGHHHH." She lowered the phone with a frustrated jerk and spoke loudly into the microphone without putting the speaker to her face. "Daddy. Listen. To. Me. Stay out of town. I've got everything--"
A well-meaning volunteer wearing a festive turkey-shaped hat asked her if she was okay. "Are you okay, miss?" asked Adalina. "Damn it,, scram! Daddy, I've got this under control, I gotta go."