Three Brood Instigators

13. Primary Wants or Needs?

Ben patted Clayne's shoulder sleeping on the colder cliff above, to give him a loaf of bread for breakfast. "I am surprised you could hold the temperature," Ben said.

"Did you buy this, or steal this?" Clayne asked.

"Oh shut up!" Ben said.

Drock felt eerie letting Febby be, she was looking above the stars, and somehow he couldn't resist the emotions she must have had looking at those disappearing stars by the morning, which was one rare miracle for a bunch of strays who escaped a city in Massachusetts into the northeast of a town whose people chanted a lot without hesitation.

Drock sat beside her. "Well," he started. "This new place looks smaller and chaotic than the one in Boston."

"Well, that's what you get for not being able to control yourself," Febby rebutted.

"Alright!" Drock was annoyed. "Look, I... I am sorry, I guess, alright?"

"Well, it ain't the first," Febby spoke, throwing a rock as the stars left for the morning.

Drock tried to talk her out, "Look I... I miss Cutter too, I love him man, honest. I know we've been through a lot as minors since he was gone, but, you still have me, uhm, right man?"

Febby breathed in. "Well, even if you are most of the time a very unforgivable greedy douchebag... at least having you keeps the company together..

"There you go," Drock felt pride.

"Don't pat me," Febby said.

"I won't, lady," Drock promised.

"Shut up," she said hearing 'lady.'

Little Robert complied with Febby's orders. He approached her, "So, Febby, I am awake and ready. What are we going to do today?"

"Look at you, being a mentor-I-never-had and all," Drock alluded.

"To the warming point please," Febby ordered, Drock called all to wake up and gather in the cliff cave.

"Drock," Febby started. "Say something to them or something?"

"Why me?" Drock questioned.

"A leader speaks to his group, I thought you are committed to it?" Febby questioned/

"Oh, of course, I do, calm down," Drock agreed. "Ok, so uhm..." Drock was lost for words. "Alright, we are alright, right?" Drock started, they were all bored and were near to sleep until Febby clapped loud asking the boys to listen. "Alright guys, look I, alright, I kinda mess up but uhm... we still need to you know... work together and all that stuff... cause we still have each other," Drock spoke. "I know that we just moved from like, a big city into a town in the middle of nowhere. But there will always be something good in it, there could be money, there could be drugs maybe, there could be a new, you know, new life we can make it here. So uhm, I guess we shall start working," Drock spoke. "OK Febby, now what do you want to say?"

"What we need is to resupply our primary needs," Febby spoke. "We lost a lot—and I mean, a lot—back in Boston, our chunk of money, some of our equipment, our resources, all that stuff to keep us kids alive," Febby reminded. "So while you slackers were sleeping at the night, I roamed outside; I found a supermarket with a big warehouse in a town called Wallagrass not far from here. So I suggest we steal it."

"Nah, nah," Drock disagreed, again. "What we need is to make money, I found some dudes, mostly junkies. I am sure Goran can make market deals with them, we have some stuff left, they seem young too."

"None of us will be in business if we starve, if we lack resources," Febby argued

"I agree. Sorry Drock, but uhm, bread is not enough for me. We need some primary needs," Robert stick to Febby's side, she rubbed his hair.