Emily took control when she saw that the two Americans struggled to understand the woman's country accent.
“Hi, I'm Emily. We sure could use a bath, even a dam or well will do us. We've still a long way to go and some food and a wash would be more than welcome.” As the three were invited inside, Emily continued, “and yes, those terrorists are bad, Mrs…?”
“Oh, I'm so sorry, how rude. I'm Becky and that's Adam. He's not good with people, you have to tell him what to do otherwise he'll just go off and do nothing. Since there's no more radio signal he's got nothing to do with his spare time, poor beggar.” Emily smiled, she liked the woman already. “Come on inside, it's going to be another hot one.”
The homestead, apart from the radio, was stuck in the 18th century. They had their bath in a
