“Third, local apprenticeships must be paid.”
The finance director grimaced.
I looked at him.
“Unpaid opportunities are mostly opportunities for people who can afford to work for free.”
He stopped grimacing.
“Fourth, the stewardship trustee gets access to annual scheduling and affordability reports.”
Harlan folded his hands.
“Anything else?”
“Yes.”
Mara smiled.
I continued.
“The trustee cannot be a permanent family position.”
Harlan frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“My mother chose me because I was her daughter.”
“Yes.”
“That doesn’t mean my child someday should get this vote because of DNA.”
The room became quiet.
“I want a process created within two years for the trustee to be selected by a neighborhood advisory council. I can serve through the transition.”
Harlan stared at me.
Of everything I had said, this seemed to surprise him most.
“You’re giving up the seat?”
“Eventually.”
“Why?”
“Because my mother wanted the neighborhood represented.”
