Chapter Fifty-Eight
Alex Wilson was sitting in his chair, enjoying a novel which he’d never read before. One of the things he liked the most about the shelter opening was the stuff the scavenger teams were bringing back. That included books. He’d read every book in the shelter repeatedly, and something different was a welcome change. Today’s treasure was titled Alternate Purpose.
Marie was in bed asleep, and he was considering waking her up to get some dinner. The quality of the food had improved since the shelter opened.
There was a knock at the door. Alex didn’t move to get up. Almost everyone would knock once and then come in. This time that didn’t happen. Mildly irritated, Alex lifted his sore 72-year-old body from the chair and ambled to the door. He turned the knob and found a mid
