RAYMOND
Aunt Morgan took out one of the totes she used for harvesting and started packing food into it. Squashes, greens, potatoes, fruits, then she opened the freezer and grabbed some packages of frozen meat out of the freezer. She even threw in some of her chocolate stash. I raised my eyebrows as I watched her curiously. “Whatcha doing?”
She folded the top of the box. “Just helping out,” she said. Her phone buzzed and she pulled it out, glanced at the message. “Help me get this out.” I hefted the heavy box and followed her out of the round house just in time to see a vehicle kicking up dust along the road. As it got closer, I saw it was an old single cab truck. There were five people crammed together in the cab, and another three sitting in the back, with their shirts pulled up ov
