The children were asleep, all three jammed onto one dingy mattress on the floor. There had been a time when they wouldn’t have fit, but they had lost all their baby fat over the past few months.
“They’re asleep finally.”
“Yeah.”
“We have to talk about the food situation.”
He shook his head. “Nothing to talk about.”
“We’re almost out.”
“I know that. So why talk about it?”
“What are we going to do?”
“Nothing. Nothing to do.”
“We have to try… maybe we can fight our way through them, get away from here—”
“And go where, exactly, Judy? Where?”
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