“Kansas, I think I’m in trouble.” A single, dull bulb blinked above us, threatening to engulf us in darkness at any moment. I huddled closer to the eleven-year-old boy with the glasses to share warmth. He pulled me in closer, and, teeth chattering, said, “Why do you say that?” “Something happened.” I shivered. “I told a Mother about it and she said the Minister would need to know. That’s why we haven’t gotten any food.”
