They just stared at each other. Two weeks in the basement, they’d run out of things to say. There was plenty of food, water; Joe Lee had gone through a survivalist phase, and most of the supplies were still good.
Arlene would have been uncomfortable even if she weren’t seven months pregnant. No air conditioning. No water pressure, so no bathing. The worsening smell from the toilet…
“We have to start thinking about leaving.”
“And go where? How we gonna take our stuff with us?”
She had no answers, but said firmly, “I’m not having my daughter in this basement.”
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