CORIN:
I’m up early, as usual. My Father would have me up every morning at sunrise, to “build character”…that’s what he always said. I keep it up because it makes me feel closer to him, and he was probably right too. Anyway, I hope I’m the kind of person with “good character”.
I want to drink some of the coffee we have stocked up, but Wendy and I decided early on in this whole thing to hoarde a few of the better food and drink items in the house and from the wine cellar.
The Wine Cellar, that’s where we have everything important stored right now…because it has a big thick door and only two keys…
my mom, and my dad each kept one
I have the inventory of the whole house written in a notebook…written on day 3 after my dad finally followed my mom…when I was breaking down and all I could think to do was write it all down. Every piece of furniture, every matchstick, all the food…clothing, jewelry, all of it.
Wendy had watched in silence all that day, and kept a close eye on me for days afterwards. ----
I snap out of my memories and back into the present…
Coffee.
I’m going to have some today. It might be the last day we dont have to share our things.
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Outside, in the back garden: My Dad and I built a firepit out here when I was 10. It’s where we do the cooking now.
Cleverly, Wendy built a little oven of stone and packed mud out here along the inside of the firepit too…it’s ugly, but it works.
Once I get the coffee brewed, and pour my first cup, I go inside, and head into Wendy’s room.
Shes still asleep, as usual, preferring to sleep in as long as I let her.
I hold the coffee close to her nose and watch as her face changes.
Her eyes stay closed, but she says “coffee? Is it my birthday?” She smiles and stretches, sitting up in bed and finally peeking out from under one eyelid.
I take a sip, and say “there’s a whole pot out at the fire. Come on now.” I turn and leave the room, taking the coffee with me.
From behind I hear Wendy call out “Hey! No fair!”