The safe room comprised a fully stocked kitchen, a living room with a huge sectional and a couch, with two TVs on the wall, and a door that led to another room.
“The one TV is for us to watch the cameras,” Rebel explained to me. “In there is the bunkroom, where the Old Ladies would sleep if the clubhouse is under threat. We have a fully stocked cooler and freezer, as Mama would store the extra groceries down here. The bathroom is fully stocked, and there are clothes in the bunk room, too.” She walked over to the fridge, pulling out a couple of waters for us. “Want anything to eat?” she asked, going to the pantry.
“No, I’m good,” I told her. I found the remotes for the TVs and turned them both on. The TV with the camera feed came on, and I stood there watching them, seeing if the Rinaldi
