Chapter Five
CATE LETS HER HEAD drop against Bev’s shoulder, just for a moment. No campfire tonight. They’re sitting together on the porch that wraps all the way around the kitchen. There’s a rocker out here, and they’re cuddled under a blanket eating pie warm from the oven. They have an oven! And it makes things hot! They’ve got a fridge, and that makes things cool. They’ve got lightbulbs that illuminate the cozy space.
Power to one room is better than no power at all.
“It’s dark out,” Bev says. “Darker than last night, don’t you think?”
“I’m pretty sure it’s just the electric lights shining through the windows. They’re so bright they make it so you can’t see the stars.”
Cate kicks off her boots and folds her stocking feet beneath her on the porch swing. She balances her pi
