Behind her, in the kitchen, Carrie and Eleazar were talking in low voices. About what, she couldn’t tell. Andrea wondered if they realized how low their food supply had gotten. The Martins’ had had quite a bit of canned goods, but they certainly weren’t the local grocer’s. The stuff in her aunt’s freezer was turning. They’d eaten as much as they could but some couldn’t be saved. Even more frightening—at least to Andrea—was the dwindling supply of candles. She thought about how she’d roll her eyes whenever her aunt returned from shopping with at least one new scented candle in her bag. Didn’t matter that she had a box of them already. The woman had obsessed about having candles lit in every room of the house. “To freshen the air” she’d always announced as her defense. Aunt Claire loved candles. Now Andrea thanked her aunt for this little foible. The assortment of candles stored in the pantry, scented or not, had been a Godsend. And she had to thank Mrs. Martin, too.
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