“Damn, I feel almost civilized,” Terry said wryly a couple of hours later as he and the others unpacked the stuff they’d bought at the grocery store, and from the small drugstore half a block away from it that carried what they needed for the kitchen and bathroom.
“I know,” Josie agreed. “Real pans, plates, matching silverware. I wonder if we’ll be allowed to keep this stuff once we’ve finished working for him.”
“Now that’s a good question,” Rudy replied. He grinned, taking out the cheap cell phone he’d bought. “Maybe I should call and ask.”
“Don’t even,” Terry muttered, picking up the bag with the towels, washcloths, and other bathroom essentials.
Rudy snagged the large pack of toilet paper and followed him upstairs, grumbling, “I’m not really that stupid.”
“I know,” Terry said, putt
