She tapped her fingers on the counter and gave Margery a wary glance. “Oh stop fretting,” her friend said, rolling her eyes dramatically. “They’ll be fine. They always are.” Shana sighed and went back to work fixing turkey sandwiches for lunch. “Daman said it’s dangerous.” She paused. “I asked him to take me along and he refused.” “You what?” Margery shook her head, laughing. “Mark says taking a woman on the road is bad luck – not that I’ve ever asked if I could come along.” She placed the sandwiches Shana had made on a tray. Shana shrugged and grinned at her friend. “Okay, I’ll admit it wasn’t my brightest idea.” Her sore bottom clenched involuntarily as she remembered the cost of her wayward tongue. Margery delivered the sandwiches to the men while Shana started cleaning up the mess. Once lunch was eaten and the kitchen made spotless, the two women decided to visit Beth in the greenhouse. Rare solar panels kept the greenhouse warm all year round, so it would be a cozy place to pass the afternoon. Shana led the way to the awesome structure situated behind the Clayton house. Heat instantly enveloped her as she walked inside. Even during the harshest winter day one could enjoy fresh fruits and vegetables in the settlement. Beth’s husband, Mr.
