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around here.”
    “Well, thank you, anyway,” said Sarah as she placed a jar of canned goods into her box. “You know, it’s funny,” she continued, “when we first got here, it felt strange living in such close quarters with other families, doing everything as a team, from the laundry, to preparing meals, to cleaning. But now, the thought of moving on to our own home seems strange. Like, how can I possibly get everything done without you two in it with me?” she said as her eyes became watery and she wiped a tear from her cheek.
    “I know,” said Judy. “I guess we are going to be living like our great grandmothers. They did everything themselves the old-fashioned way and somehow got by. Of course, it was the norm for them. They didn’t come from the generation of dishwashers and microwavable meals.”
    Each of the ladies laughed and shed a tear together. During their many struggles since the collapse, they had become more like sisters than friends. The hardships they had endured brought them closer than they could have ever imagined.
     
    ~~~~
     
    That evening around dinnertime, Jason and Griff returned from a long day of work at their new homes. Their routine was that Griff would ride from the Vandergriff home to the Jones home, as it was a bit further away, and then the two would travel together for safety back to the Homefront. They had both already set up CB radio stations at their new homes in order to stay in contact with each other, as well as the Homefront, if a situation should arise while they were away working.
    “You’re just in time for dinner,” Molly said as they walked through the door.
    “That was the plan,” replied Griff as he rubbed his belly. “I’m starved.”
    Jason asked, “Where is Evan?”
    “Oh, he’s out checking on the ewes and their lambs,” Molly replied. “He should be back any minute. How did everything go today?”
    “Great,” replied Jason. “We are pretty much ready to go, except, of course, for a few supplies. Griff and I had a long talk on the way back, and we both think we need to venture outside of the area for supplies before we move our families. We don’t want to leave them alone while we are gone, just in case it takes longer than we expect. After we return, we can all make the move and get settled without having to worry about leaving home anytime soon.”
    “I so hate the thought of you guys going on an extended run like that,” Molly replied. “I know it’s necessary, but the way things are out there… I mean, look at what it was like for you guys to get here, and for Nate, Luke, and Rachel to get here. There is no such thing as an uneventful trip.”
    As Griff took off his hat to have a seat, he added, “Yes, but there are a lot of things we all need. If we can make alliances with other like-minded folks out there, possibly even some sort of communications relay, we will be a lot safer in the long run.”
    Molly shook her head in agreement as the door opened and in walked Evan. “Hey, guys, how are things lookin’ over there?” he asked.
    “Great,” Jason again replied. “We were just talking to Molly and the girls about something we wanted to run by you.”
    “Go right ahead,” Evan said as he took off his rubber muck boots and tossed them outside on the back porch.
    For the next half hour, the men and the women discussed Jason and Griff’s proposal, and with a unanimous consensus, everyone agreed that the extended supply run should be made prior to the moves. After dinner, Evan asked Judy to get on the CB and relay a message to all of the homesteads that they would like to hold a meeting, with at least one representative from each, the following day at the Vandergriff family’s new place. With the neighboring homesteaders notified and the kids put to bed, the adults of the Homefront all met at the backyard fire pit for a relaxing evening together.
    As Jason lit the fire, Ed spoke up and said, “Hey, guys, I know I just got here and

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