Herb was drunk again, earlier than usual. She didn’t say anything, because it really didn’t matter.
Outside, the yard and the road down as far as the school teemed with the shambling figures of the dead. She couldn’t bear to look. Somewhere out there were her children, possibly alive, possibly not. It was all she could do not to throw the door open and run outside, going from gray face to gray face searching for her babies.
She knew Herb felt the same, maybe even more so. When he finally ran out of alcohol, there would be a serious problem.