triplets, but look nothing alike. Julia has soft-brown eyes and dark-brown hair. Lissie has bright-blue eyes and shiny blonde hair. Joey has gray-blue eyes and reddish-brown hair, like Dad and me. But they’re all about the same size and height. They all have perfect little faces and funky ten-year-old teeth that are half baby teeth and half adult. They are children. I smile through the sickening feeling in my stomach and spoon the noodles into the bowls. “Here, girls.” They leave the crayons and paper at the old coffee table and climb up to the dining room table my mom bought at a garage sale. They sit silently and eat from the bowls that were ours when we were little. I take a bite from the pot, noticing it is missing that buttery taste that milk and butter add. Lissie gives me a look. “This isn’t as good as my mom’s.” “No butter and no milk. I had to add a bit of water to it. We have to ration the milk.” I sigh. “This is something we’re going to have to get used to. Everything is going to be plain and boring until they can make the sick people better and stuff.” Their little faces drop and Julia stops eating. I’m an idiot. I sit down at the table. “So, who here was in Girl Scouts?” Lissie scowls. “Not me. I’m in ballet.” It makes me chuckle as I nod at Julia and Joey. “You two were though. What did you learn there?” Julia shrugs. “We didn't do anything. We made marshmallow banana boats and helped old people.” “Did you learn to make fires or cut firewood or cook or anything?” Joey grins. “I can make toast on a fire like Dad taught us and I can make smoothies in the Magic Bullet.” Lissie raises her hand. “I can do that too.” I eat another bite and laugh harder. “I don't think we have any of those. Until they fix the sick it’s going to be fires and eating as little as possible.” Joey looks at the window. “What about Dad? Do you think he’s with Mom yet?” I nod, swallowing the bitter taste that suddenly fills my mouth. “I do.” I dish Furgus up some of his canned dog food and nod at the sink of warm water I heated up. “You girls are on dishes.” Julia cocks an eyebrow. “No dishwasher?” Joey slaps her hand against her head and Lissie snickers. “Of course not.” Julia ducks behind her bowl. “Oh yeah. I forgot. Man, we gotta hand wash like the dark ages. Remember when we watched that cartoon and they were hand washing the dishes and he used magic to do it? Why can’t we have magic?” I sigh and put the pot on the counter. “That's not the only thing that's like the dark ages. I’m going for firewood so we can make it warm again tonight.” I grab my handgun and glance out the windows. There is nothing but a fresh layer of snow on the gravel. I pull the chair from the door, my stomach instantly feeling the flutterings of anxiety. I wrap my fingers around the knob and swallow hard. When I turn the locks and crack the door, the cold air rushes in at me. It smells fresh and inviting. What a lie. My heart is trying to dig its way out of my chest, but I manage to step out onto the porch without running back inside like a little girl—like the little girl I am still. “Lou!” I jump and look back at the house, pressing my back against the door I’ve slammed far too loud. The girls are all standing there in the doorway. Joey gives me a hilarious face. “What are you doing? We gotta—go.” It takes several breaths for me to get my heart rate back to reasonable. “Let’s not do shouting like that. Everyone speak calmly so I don't have a heart attack.” “We gotta go.” They furrow their brows, making me snort as I get the door open again. My ears perk up, listening for anything that might have heard us. I glance at the ramp that leads beside the house. It’s high for when the snow falls. The whole house is built high. It should be safe so I nod. “Stay together.” They slip past me, scrambling up the thin catwalk to