“Our property is also gated, and it’s far enough out of town, I think it should be fairly safe,” he told Laurie.
“We still better make sure no one’s broken into the cottage.”
“So everyone else stays in the SUV?”
“Yeah.”
“Sounds like a smart idea. Althea?”
“Whatever you say, Wheat.”
“I wish we’d brought a few of the oil lamps we had in the bunker,” Wheat said to Laurie.
“I’ve—” Athea started speaking, but Mother interrupted her.
“Oh, the electricity should be turned on,” she murmured absently.
“What?” Wheat braked sharply and whipped his head around to stare at her. She met his gaze as she stroked the hair off Father’s forehead.