She seemed to understand my question, saying, “We try to go through the houses and remove any personal items that belonged to the former owners — photographs, legal documents, that kind of thing. We need the housing, but we don’t want to be intrusive, if you know what I mean.”
I did. Yes, the people who’d once lived here certainly didn’t need the place anymore, but that shouldn’t give us survivors the right or permission to go pawing through their things.
“The clothing is taken to the local Goodwill, which we use for pretty much the same purpose — sorting items and then displaying them so they can be reused. We don’t charge anything for them, though.”
“You don’t?” Evony asked, coming back into the living room. “How…socialist…of you.”
This time, Julia didn’t smile. “Well, we’re not too
