“Has to be?” I said.
“We can hope there is. How’s that? Hope is a good thing, isn’t it?”
“Hope is all we have,” said Ralph.
I shook my head, more to get myself on track than to contradict Ralph. He saw what I was doing. I put my hand through my hair and smoothed it out as best I could, trying to give myself some semblance of dignity.
Ralph turned to Sylvia. “So which way should we be going?”
Sylvia looked up at the sky. The sun was low on the horizon, but appeared to be hanging there motionless.
“I would like to have as much daylight as possible. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” said Ralph. I hadn’t thought about that up to now. It was going to get dark. Would it be cold? Too cold for us? Where would we find shelter?
“Terry?” said Ralph.
“What?”
“Sylvia wants to walk toward the sun. You with u
