I DID not know what Rita and Flint’s reaction would be when they see Knox coming to our beat-down cabin, but at that moment, the only thing I could think about was my children. They were sick, and I was willing to take any hand-offered from anyone. Nothing could get between me trying to save my kids. The fever could get worse within seconds. Some even resulted in death. That was why I was so worried beyond my mind.
Whoever it was that Knox was talking to came back not long after. With him, an old man old enough to be my grandfather walked with a brown cane and a cigarette between his lips. He looked to be ancient, almost as ancient as Rita was. They could both be from the same time. He stopped a couple of paces between us. A permanent scowl deep on his face.
“What is this ruckus in the m
