enough can goods to last us a few days. No more, no less.” “I don’t think it’s enough.” “FEMA and Red Cross always come through with food. We got that much. If it’s not too bad, might still have gas.” “Everybody still growing, Daddy. Esch, Junior, me. Even Skeet. We all hungry.” “We make do with what we got.” Daddy coughs. “Always have. And will.”
