right.”
“They’re good at it, you say?”
“Yes, very good. With wild game and fish, and seaweed for our vegetable, we’ll survive.”
“I wonder if you would be interested in something,” Jake said.
“What is that?”
“Moving in with us. I know that you are probably much more comfortable in your own house right now, but I’ll be honest with you, Bob. If you have been holed up here for the last six weeks or two months, you don’t have any idea what is going on out there. You are likely to have more unwanted company, and they might do more than just rob you. If you are with us, you would at least be safe.”
“That is something to consider,” Bob said. “Let me take it up with the others. If it were just Ellen and me, I would take you up on it in a military minute. But I don’t want to abandon the others.”
“I understand,” Jake said. “Talk with the others and see what they say.”
“I can see the advantage we might have in moving in here, for security purposes,” Bob said. “But what would you get out of it?”
“The more of us there are, the more security that is for all of us,” Jake said. “And, to be honest, I’m intrigued by the fact that you say James and Jerry are very good at hunting and fishing. We have enough food and MREs to last us a few weeks, somewhat less if you join us; then we are going to have to supply our own food. I see there is chickweed here. That’s edible. And, as you say, seaweed.”
“Across the road there are some scuppernongs,” Bob said.
“Scuppernongs?”
“It’s a wild grape. It’s good raw, and it makes a really good jelly.”
“We’ve brought seeds,” Jake said. “And they are pure seeds, not hybrid. I plan to get a garden in as soon as I can. If it stays warm long enough, we’ll have some homegrown vegetables in six to eight weeks.”
“Sounds good. What have you got?”
“Several kinds of beans, peas, corn, beets, carrots, cucumber, radish, spinach, cabbage, lettuce, tomato, onion, bell peppers, jalapeno peppers, watermelon, and cantaloupe. I also have a dozen potatoes that we can use the eyes from.”
“I can make a great possum stew with potatoes, onion, carrots, and jalapeno peppers,” Bob said. “I can’t wait until the garden grows.”
Karin drove the golf cart back out into the central area then. Becky was crying, quietly. Bob looked at her quizzically, but Karin got out of the cart and signaled for Bob to step away from the others.
“What is it?” Bob asked.
“She was raped,” Karin said.
“Raped?” Bob gasped. He looked back toward her. “Those bastards!”
“She doesn’t remember it, but while I was examining her, she told me she felt pain there. She isn’t wearing panties under her dress, though she insists that she had them on when she and the other girl left. She isn’t wearing them now, and there are abrasions and semen residue.”
“Damn,” Bob said.
“She’s very upset, as I’m sure you can understand. She’s likely to go through some serious depression over the next several days, at least until she learns whether or not she was made pregnant.”
“The poor girl,” Bob said. “Oh, what about her dizziness?”
“She had a concussion, that is for certain,” Karin said. “But I don’t think she had a skull fracture. I treated her lacerations. If she keeps the wounds clean, they shouldn’t give her any trouble.”
“Thanks, Karin,” Bob said. He walked back over to the golf cart, then spoke to Jake. “I’ll talk to the others soon as I get back,” he said. “For now, we have a girl missing. James is out looking for her.”
Becky was quiet for half of the trip back from the fort. Then she spoke, so quietly that Bob could barely hear her.
“Don’t tell the others,” she said. “Don’t tell the others I was raped. I’m so ashamed.” She began to cry.
“Becky, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of,” Bob said.
“I don’t know whether I do or not,” Becky said. “I don’t even remember it. God in heaven, how can you be raped and not even remember it?”
“It is traumatic amnesia,” Bob said. “It’s not that uncommon. I’ve experienced it myself.”
“But you won’t tell? Promise that you won’t tell.”
“I won’t tell,” Bob promised.
When Bob and Becky returned, James was back with Sarah safely in tow.
“She was all the way down to Ponce de Leon,” James said. “She had no idea we were looking for her.”
“How is Becky?” Sarah asked.
“She’ll be fine,” Bob said. “The nurse doesn’t think she has a skull fracture. But she did have a concussion and doesn’t remember a thing, so don’t be pestering her with questions.”
All the women clustered around Becky, anxious to do whatever they could for her. While they were talking, Bob brought up Jake’s offer to the two men.
“I don’t know,” James said. “It’s going to be hard to get Cille to leave this house.”
“Not as hard as you think,” Cille said. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s about time we let them in on it as well,” Bob said. “We sure aren’t going to make this decision without them.
“You got that right,” Jerry said. “Go ahead, tell them.”
“Ladies,” Bob said, “I have a proposition for you.”
Bob told them then who was down at the fort. He told them also that he trusted the men and women he had met down there.
“I trust them too,” James said. “There are some folks that, as soon as you meet them, you just know what kind of people they are, and these are good people.”
“Here’s the thing,” Bob said. “They have invited us to come down there and live with them.”
“What?” Gaye said. “You mean live there, in the fort? Have you ever been there?” Gaye wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. “Even in the summertime it’s cold there. Nothing but brick, stone, and cement.”
“Yes,” Bob said. “That’s because it is a fort, literally, and that’s what makes it attractive. There won’t be any repeat of what happened here.”
“If you ladies decide that you are willing to do this, I’ll make you a promise,” James said. “I’ll build us some place comfortable for us to stay. There is enough building material scattered around here from the hurricane that I don’t expect it will be very hard to do.”
“I’ll say this,” Ellen said. “I sure don’t want a repeat of what happened to us this morning.”
“I’m for it,” Cille said.
“If we have a vote in this, I’m for it as well,” Sarah said.
“Of course you have a vote,” Bob said. “Right now you are one of us.”
“Becky? Becky?” Sarah asked. “What do you say?”
“I’m for it,” Becky said.
“Gaye, it’s up to you,” Ellen said.
“No, it isn’t up to me,” Gaye said. “If we are voting on this thing I have already been outvoted.”
“I guess you have been,” Bob said. “But I really don’t want to force anyone into anything that they don’t want to do.”
“You aren’t forcing me,” Gaye said. “Everything you are saying makes sense. If we are down there, inside a fort with a bunch of other people, then it has to be a lot safer there than it would be if we stay here. I’m for going as well.”
“Alright, let’s load up James’s truck with whatever we think we might use.”
“Are we going to take any of the lumber, or building material?” Jerry asked.
“What do you think, James?” Bob asked.
“I don’t think so, yet,” James said. “We’ll just take whatever personal items we are going to need on this trip. It’s going to take several trips to get what we’ll need to start building.”
