Chapter 11
The routine was the worst part. Every day exactly the same, with no promise or even a threat of change. Bill and Rita Hicks didn’t return, but the rotating pair of guards never left, each shift bringing fresh supplies. Iris’s mother seethed at the repeated deliveries of food they hadn’t seen in town for months, but none of them refused the meals.
Worry about what the cost would turn out to be never left any of them.
Iris’s father walked along Main Street at least once every day, usually at dawn, hoping for news from the outside. None of the other local men outside the makeshift militia had heard anything. The fear in his eyes when he begged the three of them to stay inside worked, but Iris wasn’t the only one losing patience with virtual imprisonment.
Books, games, even pain
