“Any wild chance you’ve got milk?”
“The lady’s lucky day. We do have milk,” James says and heads toward it.
“Let’s go ahead and sit,” Emma says, motioning towards the dining nook table.
“What’s happened?” Allison barges in the back door, covered in mud and other animal essences, her face full of question.
“We were invaded. Robert and his men, plus Carla, killed them all. You need to get home to Jodi. She’s been assaulted by this motorcycle gang you see destroyed in our front yard. Jillian, Kaitlyn and Mandy went there ahead of you. They should be just about there.” Emma says.
“Who is this?”
“Katy Bishop. She was held captive by the gang and, well, God saw fit to spare her life.” Emma declares.
Allison takes a brief second but never decides whether she like the girl or not, saying qu
