JEM DIDN’T BOTHER HEADING home once she’d finished what she came for, and around an hour after that, Beth’s black Lexus showed up. From the driver’s side, Beth embarked with Lia, hooking the little one over her hip as she shut the door.
From the rear climbed Brook. At least she carried a cool-box. A cool-box meant food.
As soon as he saw Lia, Sean took her from his mum, carrying her inside the building to shelter. Since the windows had arrived an hour before, we’d shuttered in the master bedroom of the showroom house, so at least she’d have somewhere out of the freezing wind.
I followed them in, finding a corner to nestle into, and a few minutes later, most of the pack had joined us, along with Beth carrying the food.
“Hungry?” she asked, and a bunch of grunts answered.
“Like you woul
