Dinner was all canned goods and fresh vegetables. Dinner was all pretense and light, and then as we wound down, leaving the dishes in the sink, not drinking coffee or beer or anything but, for now, water from the well, and grateful for it. I looked at Sandy and wondered, does she like him better than me? I figured she does. I wondered, are they going to sleep together in his bedroom while I’m out here on the couch? Probably. Did I care? I could sleep in my car, or the stable or…
Sandy broke into my bedlam of thoughts, “What are you looking so glum about? There’s three of us now. It’s going to be okay. We have all our stuff and each other and shelter. Are you okay?”
But before I could answer I remembered something Sandy had mentioned. “Didn’t you say Wade was a ham radio operator?”
Wade
