Rise Up

Chapter 11

Enid was there but Sasha was gone.

"Morning," I said stepping in.

"Morning," she said back.

"Where'd Sasha run off to?" I asked.

"She went to go and get some fresh clothes. Where's Maggie?" she said.

"Out on watch. She should be back in a few minutes. Did you sleep well?" I asked.

"Yeah. Thanks again for the couch. I hope your sleep wasn't bad," she said.

"It wasn't. Surprisingly, it was good. I actually had a good dream rather than a nightmare so that's an automatic plus," I said.

She smiled.

"What was the dream about?" she asked.

"We were all together. All of us. And we were happy," I said remembering the dream.

I smiled while I held onto my necklace. Maggie walked in then, munching on a cucumber.

"Oh darn. I was hoping to have something for you to eat before you came," I said.

Enid was cutting up some vegetables.

"It's okay. Where's Sasha?" she said taking a seat at the table.

"Getting some fresh clothes," I answered.

The door to the trailer opened and Sasha made her way in with something under a towel. Maggie turned in her seat.

"Is that an apple pie?" she asked.

We all were shocked. Sasha uncovered the plate and there was in fact a pie there.

"How did you do that?" Sasha asked.

"I could smell it from outside the door," Maggie replied.

"Damn," I said.

Maggie stood up just as Sasha handed it to her.

"Uh, you baked it?" Enid asked.

"Some guy gave it to us for what we did," Sasha said.

"Well that was nice of him," I said.

"Sure was. His little girl said you should run for President of Hilltop," Sasha said.

"Pfft. She's got my vote," I said.

Sasha chuckled.

"Maggie for President," Enid chuckled.

"It's got a nice ring to it," I said.

Maggie went ahead and grabbed a knife and a spatula. She started to dig in.

"Do you want a plate?" Enid asked.

"No, I'm good," Maggie replied.

I couldn't help but laugh. I was grateful to be here with them. I knew our family back home was okay. I had to believe they were. For all our sakes.

"Did Jesus give you those?" Maggie asked.

I looked over and saw Sasha with two small knives in her hands. She nodded.

"Speaking of which, I was just about to look for him. Sasha, have you seen him?" I said.

"Yeah. There's some things I want to add to his list before he goes out. The kids need something to write with...pens, pencils," Maggie said.

"Are you already President?" Enid asked.

"Sure seems like it doesn't it?" I retorted.

Maggie chuckled.