“How many for seed again?” he asked. “At least two hundred. But we have to eat something. Remember, we want the biggest and sweetest for next year. No more labs to do it for us,” said Amos, counting the cobs in his barrow. “We don’t have to get it all from this batch though, plenty coming.” Molly...
The courtyard seemed to be an impromptu marketplace in the morning. Rickey suggested they simply blend into the crowd, but one look in the locker room mirrors told them all that there could be no blending in. It was obvious that they had been ill, that they were starving. And starving meant they ...