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A quote: “Sooner or later everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences.” ~~ Robert Louis Stevenson
I’ll start with a story …
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When Sean visited settlement’s Public House after harvest, Van Braum was holding court, loudly enumerating his season’s triumphs to the admiration of a slightly drunk audience.
“… ‘ello, Sean. Tell us all how this year has treated you.” Van raised an eyebrow at Sean’s clean but clearly patched homespun.
Sean shrugged, “fair enough, Van.”
It had really been a great year for Sean’s family. But it wasn’t something to share in a Public House. Van snorted, his entourage smothered laughter.
Sean wasn’t surprised later when he heard Van’s place had been raided, burned.
Great-gran’s sampler hung in Sean’s entry. Proverbs 16:18.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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Cameron says: Dad was silent and tense as he drove the family out west. He turned the radio off as my sister and I held each other’s hands fearfully.
It seemed like forever but dad brought us to a side road out in nowhere. He got us into the cabin quickly.
Mom looked around in shock and the food and ammunition stores kept there. “Sweetheart…this-”
“This was what I was spending our money on. I’m sorry to have kept it a secret but it was necessary.”
We stayed for a few months. Mom forgave him for buying the cabin without telling her.
Lewis says: The Sheriff’s van arrived, the kids worse for wear, I didn’t look much better. We’d planned, kids with ripped clothes, dirty faces, car tilted with a flat tire. The sheriff shook hands, looked up at us on the hill. My husband looked aghast at what we had apparently become in his absence, the sheriff looked ashamed.
When we were alone, the kids laughingly raced to his arms! Come on, dinner’s waiting, get cleaned up, let your daddy breathe! The storerooms are full, the fields producing, the house repaired and warm. In town nobody had anything, here we now had everything!
Elaine looked over the shelves full of food, matching the containers to the line items on the inventory. It ranged from staples like flour and sugar to jars of imported preserves made from Siberian berries that didn’t even have English names, just the local Russian and indigenous names and their scientific names. But all of them were important to the maintenance of Sparta Point, both as her family’s home and a base of fighters for the Sharp Resistance.
Now down to the wine cellar. Some of them were ordinary Napa Valley wines, familiar labels she remembered from her time with the Alandales in Santa Clara. But there were plenty of Georgian wines from Kakheti — and because Spartan could never resist the joke, three bottles of peach wine from a winery outside Atlanta.
She still needed to check the storage room where household supplies were kept. Had it been just yesterday that they’d left Las Vegas after their wedding? Spartan had wasted no time in sitting her down beside him in his office and introducing her to her duties as lady of the house, Gorgo to his Leonidas.
Everything had seemed so much simpler when she’d just been helping Tamara the housekeeper, trying to make herself useful for what she thought would be a brief retreat until the feebs’ interest in her died down. But now this was her home, her future.
And soon enough, our children’s.
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