Chapter Ten - Charity
Hannah
I moved around the edge of the lawn, and watched the pack house warily. I had just watched the patrol pass and move out down the drive toward the west. My scent was masked, but still I had to be very, very careful. I didn’t have a watch to tell the time, but judging by the moon’s position in the sky, I guessed it was about 3:00AM. I strained my ears to listen for any sound, but all I heard was the incessant chirping of crickets. I began tiptoeing across the lawn to the gardens. I had an old pillowcase rolled up in my pocket. I wasn’t going to take much, just enough to feed us for a couple days, and maybe some strawberries.
I really like strawberries, but getting to them was tedious. They were covered with nets to keep the birds away from the sweet
