Back in Lewiston, Ray just landed a full-time union job retrofitting schools with geothermal. Good hours. Health care. Time off.
When he heard “union,” he hesitated—like it might vanish if he said yes too fast.
“I just want to work without getting screwed,” he said. He reached for the gearshift. The compressor in the back slid into place.
“If this is that?” he said. “Then yeah. I’m in.”
Not a platform. A pattern.
Taking shape. Job by job. In the corners too many forgot to count.