BE IT RESOLVED….
By JoAnn Baca
Whereas the Council was instituted to determine matters of import to the entire community;
Whereas the workload of the Council has grown in complexity and volume in the years since its numbers were established at five; and
Whereas the Council has determined that additional members are needed to ensure that its business continues to be conducted in an efficient and timely manner; now, therefore, be it
Resolved, that the Council:
- shall add two permanent seats to its membership as of January 1 of the year immediately following the date of this resolution;
- shall make such changes to its bylaws and guidelines as are necessary to reflect the increase in Council membership; and
- shall call a community-wide election within two weeks of the addition of the new seats to determine who shall fill those two new seats.
Second: William, Vincent
Catherine viewed the document with delight. “It’s beyond time,” she said to Vincent, who had given her the copy he had brought home from the Council meeting.
He sank gratefully into a large armchair in front of their brownstone’s living room fireplace. Years of living “between” – spending part of his time Below and part in the home he had created with Catherine – had given him an appreciation for the quiet of a winter afternoon spent in front of a roaring fire, a book in one hand, a mug of tea in the other, and Catherine in a chair beside his. He had had few opportunities in the past few years to enjoy such leisure, though. The community had been growing fast, and the demands on his time had grown with it. Father, frail now, could no longer keep up with his share of the responsibilities on the Council, yet no one would consider asking him to step down. This resolution was an attempt to take some of the burden off the remaining four members, without making Father have to bear more of it.
As he sipped at the mug of hot brew Catherine had waiting beside his chair, Vincent considered how to tell her what else the Council had discussed…the information not contained within the resolution. Finally, he decided there was no gentle way to break the news, so he merely told her what had occurred. “Each of us wrote down the names of two individuals we would like to see run for the new seats on the Council. While several residents were mentioned as a second choice, every Council member had the same person on their list as an essential candidate.” He paused and blew on his tea.
Catherine waited for him to mention the name.
His pause dragged on.
Catherine’s eyebrows rose as she realized she was the “essential candidate” everyone had mentioned. “Oh, no,” she said, standing up and waving her hands in front of her, palms up. “No, no, no. And no.”
Vincent looked up at her. “Even Father had you first on his list. Isn’t that something to celebrate?”
“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you,” she retorted. “And why on all that’s holy would I want to immerse myself in the minutiae of Tunnel politics when I already have a job that takes up so much of my time?”
“You have just the one job?” Vincent was enjoying himself now. “Most of us on the Council have two or three…and we find time to serve. Are you saying you cannot make time for the community which has embraced you?”
Catherine grumbled, “May I remind you that I already have to share you with them!”
He smiled and stood, gathering her hands in his and kissing her palms. Then he placed them against his heart as he said, “Look at it this way, my love: we will be able to spend more time together if you’re elected and we are both serving on the Council.” He released her hands and embraced her. She snuggled deeply into his arms. His husky murmur whispered into her ear, “Besides…who is to say that you will be elected? Perhaps you won’t be, and all this whining on your part will have been unnecessary.”
Since he had her captured tightly within his arms, she couldn’t free herself to smack his chest. After a brief struggle, she succumbed and melted into him again. “I won’t campaign,” she remarked grumpily into his chest.
“I doubt that will matter,” he replied sagely.
Catherine leaned back in his arms and, staring daggers at her Bondmate, remarked, “This is the first time somebody else has made a New Year’s resolution for me. I’m sure I don’t like it.”
Vincent silenced her protests with a long, deep, thorough kiss. By the time Catherine came up for air, it had all been settled.
She sighed. “What should my campaign slogan be?”
“You’ll think of something wonderful,” he said. “And now, whereas I am home for the evening with the woman of my dreams, I resolve that we take matters upstairs to the bedroom.”
The vote was unanimous.