January 3Posted on: January 4, 2013
The wind was ferocious last night. It kept me awake most of the time. I’m tired and groggy and grumpy. No snow with the wind, but it’s coming, I can smell it.
Late in the afternoon, Donna stopped by. She gratefully accepted a cup of coffee and one of the scones I had made earlier this morning, not questioning baked goods. I wonder if she stops here just to get some coffee. I wonder if she would get the joke if I made donuts.
“There was another fire last night,” she started. “One of the camp cabins on the Sullivan Trail; fortunately not occupied right now. I just don’t know what to make of this; the fires seem random, yet not. Got any ideas?”
“Have you been over any of the lists Darlene and I made earlier, right after the event?” I asked. “We made lists of all those who needed medical continuance, of the elderly, those who live alone and rural, of the CPL holders… don’t ask!” I caught her quick glance at the CPL remark, and smiled. “Yes, I know who they are.”
She looked at me, at John, then at me again. “Can you make this any stronger?”
John got up, pulled a bottle of whiskey from a cupboard, showed it to her with eyebrows questioning.
“Oh, yeah,” as she held out the coffee cup. It’s always 5:00 somewhere. “No, I haven’t seen those lists, guess I need to, but I think we can eliminate the elderly. Most can’t handle a snow mobile like I’ve seen with the tracks.” She sipped on her fortified coffee, and sighed. “What about the medical list? Anything peak your interest?”
I went into the other room and brought back my on-going folder of things in the township since The Event. I flipped a few pages and turned it to her. Her eyes scanned the list, something caught her attention.
“Can I take this?” she asked.
“John, will you start the generator?” I asked, and said to Donna, “I’ll make you a copy. The medical list was viewed by Gary and … enhanced.” I knew there were a couple of people in town on psychotropic drugs that no longer had access to their medications. My daughter in law was one, but I also knew she was non-violent and basically a good person. “Someone catches your attention, Donna?”
“Yeah… someone that is already on our radar, but knowing they’re off their meds is good to know, in case of a confrontation.” She waited while I ran a copy of the lists on the printer. “If it’s any consolation, if it’s who I think it is, you’re not a target, it really has been all random.” I knew between her and Paul they would compare the lists, see who was on more than once. Someone who lived alone was a more likely suspect; I just can’t see a spouse not reporting suspicions, especially on something this serious.
5 thoughts on “January 3”
I am not commenting as often, but I am following just as often as I did. I am not sure who would do this, or why. We are all vulnerable to fire, especially when TSHTF.
I have to agree with ‘Deborah’ that you would think a spouse would report anything suspicious.
Kristin, that who I have thought it was from the beginning! don’t know why just got that weird feeling when I started reading about her and it hasn’t gone away LOL
I keep wondering why Deborah-in-the-story doesn’t go check on her son & his family more often….
I’m changing my guess, Deborah. I think it’s Angela. 🙂