meeting,” Sharon announced. It was now five twenty-five, but she made no comment about having to round everyone up. With the group sitting in the meeting room, the two empty chairs beside Thomas were a gaping sore. Sharon closed her eyes for a moment and gathered her focus. “Well, as I am sure it is apparent, we have unpacked and catalogued the supplies brought in yesterday. We have made an encampment here on the first floor with a food store and preparations.” “I’d rather take a camp bed and move into the plant room,” Thomas said. “Shall we save that for ‘any other business’, Thomas?” Sharon said. “The second and third floors are empty; we could all almost have a floor each,” John added. “There’s still nine of us, John,” Billy said. There was a loud rumble from John’s belly and he placed a hand over his protruding gut as if to stifle it. He said, “Well, we could have a lot more space each, is my point.” “Splitting up isn’t a good idea,” Colin said.
