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parted ways and refilled the tanks of the four bathroom home. Afterwards, they reconvened in the living room.
“I understand, dear,” said Madison, stacking the buckets for later use. She wiped the sweat off her brow. “It gets pretty boring around here. But I suppose that’s a good thing under the circumstances.”
Colton entered the room, dripping in sweat. “Do you think a dip in the pool is out of the question?”
“Duh, Dad,” replied Alex. “That’s our drinking water.”
“How about a shower?” asked Madison. “It’ll be cool, but we can easily make it hot.”
“All right, let’s see,” said Colton.
Madison led them to the back patio, where she had hung the five-gallon camp shower purchased the other day at the sporting goods store. Made of black PVC material, it was solar heated and portable. She had hung it from the roof overhang at the pool house.
Madison reached up and squeezed the bulb, allowing water to pour through a flexible hose. “Voila, now we can clean up here instead of the pool,” she announced. “Here’s a bucket to be used for soapy water, and you can always douse yourself with a five-gallon bucket for a final rinse.”
“I love it,” said Colton, who immediately stripped down to his shorts and poured water over his head. “I need to get cleaned up for the second showing of the HPA program featuring Wren and Company.”
“I’m going with you, Daddy,” said Alex.
“Great,” started Colton.
“What’s with all the sandbags?” asked Madison. Colton had retrieved them at dusk last night and spent the last hour moving them upstairs.
“Let me explain. I saw them the other day protecting the manhole opening near Mrs. Abercrombie’s house.” Colton quickly toweled himself off. He reached for the dry pair of shorts and slipped them on under his towel. “They may be very useful at some point.”
Colton continued to wipe himself off as he led the girls inside. They followed him to the top of the stairs, where several sandbags were stacked along the banister. He continued. “When somebody kicks in our doors, you can be pretty sure the people coming in are not here to make friendly conversation or to borrow a cup of sugar. We need to be prepared to defend ourselves and to greet them with a sufficient amount of deterring force.”
“Are we gonna drop the sandbags on their heads like in the Home Alone movie, Daddy?”
Colton laughed. “I hadn’t thought of that, Alex, but it’s a possibility. I’ve tried to think of as many scenarios as possible so that we can maximize our defenses against bad guys. If we get overrun, we need a rallying point and methods to delay our attackers while everybody gets together.”
“You’ve placed sandbags near the dormer windows too,” noticed Madison.
Colton patted a stack of sandbags. “These are solid and will help deflect or absorb any bullets shot at us. Whether we’re shooting from the windows or keeping them from coming up the stairs, the goal is to delay, then defend against the intruders.”
“Makes sense,” said Alex. “What about the dressers?”
Colton easily pushed one of the dressers to block the stairs. He tilted the dresser and retrieved one of the felt EZ slides from beneath the furniture leg.
“I found these in the utility room,” said Colton. “The movers used them to push the heavy pieces of furniture around the house. If our attackers are pursuing us up the stairs, blocking their way with a heavy piece of furniture should slow them down.”
“Won’t we get trapped up here?” asked Madison.
“I have a plan for that,” replied Colton. “This is a fallback position if we can’t get to the rally point through the downstairs exits.”
“Where is the rally point?” asked Alex.
“The garage, where our most valuable asset is located.” Colton led them past the bedroom toward the double-door entry to the bonus room—a six-hundred-square-foot space located above the garage—which was built
“I understand, dear,” said Madison, stacking the buckets for later use. She wiped the sweat off her brow. “It gets pretty boring around here. But I suppose that’s a good thing under the circumstances.”
Colton entered the room, dripping in sweat. “Do you think a dip in the pool is out of the question?”
“Duh, Dad,” replied Alex. “That’s our drinking water.”
“How about a shower?” asked Madison. “It’ll be cool, but we can easily make it hot.”
“All right, let’s see,” said Colton.
Madison led them to the back patio, where she had hung the five-gallon camp shower purchased the other day at the sporting goods store. Made of black PVC material, it was solar heated and portable. She had hung it from the roof overhang at the pool house.
Madison reached up and squeezed the bulb, allowing water to pour through a flexible hose. “Voila, now we can clean up here instead of the pool,” she announced. “Here’s a bucket to be used for soapy water, and you can always douse yourself with a five-gallon bucket for a final rinse.”
“I love it,” said Colton, who immediately stripped down to his shorts and poured water over his head. “I need to get cleaned up for the second showing of the HPA program featuring Wren and Company.”
“I’m going with you, Daddy,” said Alex.
“Great,” started Colton.
“What’s with all the sandbags?” asked Madison. Colton had retrieved them at dusk last night and spent the last hour moving them upstairs.
“Let me explain. I saw them the other day protecting the manhole opening near Mrs. Abercrombie’s house.” Colton quickly toweled himself off. He reached for the dry pair of shorts and slipped them on under his towel. “They may be very useful at some point.”
Colton continued to wipe himself off as he led the girls inside. They followed him to the top of the stairs, where several sandbags were stacked along the banister. He continued. “When somebody kicks in our doors, you can be pretty sure the people coming in are not here to make friendly conversation or to borrow a cup of sugar. We need to be prepared to defend ourselves and to greet them with a sufficient amount of deterring force.”
“Are we gonna drop the sandbags on their heads like in the Home Alone movie, Daddy?”
Colton laughed. “I hadn’t thought of that, Alex, but it’s a possibility. I’ve tried to think of as many scenarios as possible so that we can maximize our defenses against bad guys. If we get overrun, we need a rallying point and methods to delay our attackers while everybody gets together.”
“You’ve placed sandbags near the dormer windows too,” noticed Madison.
Colton patted a stack of sandbags. “These are solid and will help deflect or absorb any bullets shot at us. Whether we’re shooting from the windows or keeping them from coming up the stairs, the goal is to delay, then defend against the intruders.”
“Makes sense,” said Alex. “What about the dressers?”
Colton easily pushed one of the dressers to block the stairs. He tilted the dresser and retrieved one of the felt EZ slides from beneath the furniture leg.
“I found these in the utility room,” said Colton. “The movers used them to push the heavy pieces of furniture around the house. If our attackers are pursuing us up the stairs, blocking their way with a heavy piece of furniture should slow them down.”
“Won’t we get trapped up here?” asked Madison.
“I have a plan for that,” replied Colton. “This is a fallback position if we can’t get to the rally point through the downstairs exits.”
“Where is the rally point?” asked Alex.
“The garage, where our most valuable asset is located.” Colton led them past the bedroom toward the double-door entry to the bonus room—a six-hundred-square-foot space located above the garage—which was built
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