Chapter 3George drove the car toward the town market. It was Friday, and both he and June were entitled to their quota of food despite being homesteaders. If the system had been more developed, it would mean they’d get things they needed—things they couldn’t grow or raise themselves. They didn’t have the acreage to grow grains, for example. They didn’t have any animals to give them milk, and officially, they didn’t have any means of getting meat.
But the system wasn’t developed to benefit the people, and everyone got a package with a week’s worth of produce, the content varying. How many points there were in each package varied, too. It all depended on how much produce the controllers brought in—or that was the official version. George suspected the upper class got to take their pick firs
