“You can’t believe The Washington Post piece from last week. That satellite was for communications. It wasn’t a weapon of mass destruction. Even if it was—we wouldn’t target our own country.”
“Believe what you want,” Papa said. “If I’m wrong, it’s no harm to my family, heading out on an adventure by foot to DC. If I’m right, I’m ahead of the chaos and confusion.”
With another hearty laugh, Mr. Esperson shooed Papa off the porch. “I’d bet my house that I’ll see you back here in a few days.”
That made Papa laugh. “It’s convenient you’re renting, then, isn’t it?”
When we left, Mr. Esperson made no attempt to join us. I asked Papa what an EMP was. Electromagnetic Pulse. Papa told us what happened when a massive EMP hit. This dead feeling around us, where nothing with electrical circuits co
