Mike and Ruby returned home under the cover of darkness. They ate steak with roasted vegetables that night. It was Tom’s turn to cook. He was normally pretty good with kitchen stuff. That, and he could shoot pretty damn good too.
“So nothing at all today.” Ruby’s comment hung in the air – it was an awkward tone. She sounded disappointed, but then also pleased at the same time.
You know, like when you say phew, I’m glad I didn’t have to do that, because you didn’t really want to be put into a position you’ve never experienced, but deep down, you are disappointed because you were looking forward to this new something, something you have never experienced.
Just like that.
“You sound disappointed,” Mary said, “And Tom, why don’t you try making gravy, just once? You know you would be good at it?”
“I guess I am a bit. I haven’t seen anyone in a long time. Sorry, anyone else. Plus, I want to know what is going on in the world.”
“I don’t like gravy,” said Tom. Mike nodded his head in approval.
“To be honest, I am too,” Mike said, after the head nod of approval, “I’d like to see what is happening in the world. I want to know what others are doing?”
“I guess I also want some closure.” Mike shrugged his shoulders and returned to his food.
“We all do, but what kind of closure will it be? Prison? Shot by some pissed off solider wanting revenge?” Ruby reiterated points they had all discussed before.
Mary added some brown sauce to her food. “Maybe we should check our stocks and replenish. Especially on the can foods and ammo and stuff.”
Everyone nodded their agreement.
After dinner, Mike went upstairs, to their “Home Look-Out”. He was hoping to see some lights, but knew that they would have no such luck tonight. He lit a small cigar he had in his pockets, and smoked by the open window. He heard a sound behind him, it was Mary. She walked up to Mike, sat next to him and put her head on his shoulder.
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