That was the reason for Regan’s disconcertment tonight: Emmeline wasn’t there. She had gone for a Treasure Walk by herself, something she did when she wanted to think or be alone or just not be with Regan. Of course, not being with one another meant being all alone, for such was the state of the world that there was no other life in it anymore.
It was harmonious enough at supper, except that Regan spat out her spoonful of food.
Ugh!, she declared, I’m bored of this food!
Emmeline pretended not to hear.
Regan reached for the tin can and read the label. Chicken of the Sea Chunky White Tuna In Water. The writing was squidged around a woman with yellow hair and no legs. Regan knew then that it was all made up. There was no such thing as yellow hair.
She announced, We have been eating this
