It was not enough. Mae wouldn’t leave Tammy alone as she pestered her about going to check on her friends the next morning. She was in the throes of explaining to the very persistent little girl that there were more important things that needed to be done first when where was a knock on the front door upstairs. She hadn’t even brushed her teeth yet. Having someone on her doorstep only brought her anxiety. Enough time had passed since the E.M.P. that most people were running out of food. There was no word if any emergency supplies would arrive. The one thing she did expect was that people would show up on her doorstep eventually to ask for help. Her church had already dispersed what they could and she’d overheard the rumors that lines were down the street at the huge Catholic Church down the road. A riot had started at the end of the day when they had to turn people away when there was nothing left to give. Tammy had stopped eavesdropping on the neighbors’ conversation after that when all the bloody details were shared.
