Chapter Six
Near Saddle Mountain, North Carolina
“Move it, Rum. Damn it! Why is it every time I go to the grocery store you think helping me unload the car means getting under my feet? Moonshine, get your nose out of that bag, it isn’t for you,” Delilah growled in annoyance.
She placed the heaviest bags on the floor in the kitchen before turning to head back out to the truck. She was running behind, thanks to the two black and tan clowns who thought playing in the snow was more fun than stockpiling supplies to weather the storm of the century. If she had been smart, she would have stayed at the house in town. The problem was that the old furnace there had decided to die in the middle of the night. The repair man had told her that it was beyond help and needed to be replaced, and that wo
