Chapter 82

“At least an entire canister. Why, is that a problem?” I replied.

“We live on a small island, Creature,” she informed. “Everything is doled out evenly so that everyone has the same amounts, and even then we’re only able, as a community, to store in our homes what’s needed for at most six months at a time.”

I knew what she was getting at. “So you’re saying that you don’t have a canister of salt, that no one does?”

“I don’t even use salt,” she informed. “Leads to water retention. And my dresses are tight enough as it is.”

She had a point. “So where do you all keep your reserves then?”

Her gulp was telltale. “Remember the stadium we visited?”

If I could’ve echoed her gulp, I would have. “The one where everything was smashed to bits.”

She touched fingertip to nose. It landed dead on. Damn the living. “That’s the one.”

“And if we start going door to door now?” added Lola.