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Chapter 3 The four of us unpacked all the boxes Nilda and Kara had brought with them, putting a bunch of pantry staples into cupboards that already contained plates and cups, cookware and bakeware that looked old-fashioned but little-used. They had gotten some fresh items as well, milk and butter and a couple of apples, which went into the little refrigerator in the corner. It was about the size of a dorm fridge meant for beverages and takeout leftovers, but its sturdy design struck me as more like an old-school icebox. And it plugged into the wall. Which shouldn't be surprising, since I had seen electric lights all over Villmark. But it was one more thing I had taken for granted that I now realized I didn't know: where their electricity came from. But Nilda and Kara were chatting happi