"James!" Hank runs in the room with Sugar on his heels. We"re working on changing the room around so Will"s mom and Hank"s dad can bunk up in there. Of course, Hank’s dad insists Lola have the sofa, but the room is plenty big. We put a small cot from the firehouse in the corner and are working on hanging blankets around each to give them some semblance of privacy. With Fran taking one of the spare rooms and Theresa and her men the other, we"re out of space. But nobody dares suggest Fran room with Lola or anyone split up. James, Will, Hank, and I make it work in my queen-sized bed with a couple of cots and trading off time in the bed.
But if we take many more people in, we will have to figure something else out. The same goes for time. I"m not sure how much longer we can cope with this sit
