"I'm surprised you came back," Kevin said. "I thought everyone who left would stay gone."

"My father can't get out yet," James said. "He's a cardiologist. I could have stayed with my grandparents, but there wasn't enough food for all of us. So I'm back until they give Dad the okay to go."

"What's going to become of your grandparents; do you know?" Tony asked.

"We're not sure yet," James replied. "The rules keep shifting about who can get in and who can't."

"I thought the evacuation centers were open to everybody," Alex said.

"Are you crazy?" James said. "Dad would never send his parents to an evac center."

"Don't mind Morales," Kevin said. "He lives under a rock."

"Shut up, Kevin," Alex said. "What's wrong with the evacuation centers?"

"What's right with them is more like it," James said. "Half of New York City is crammed into the Binghamton one. The wrong half, at that."

"No one who has a choice goes to an evac center," Tony said. "Not that there aren't a lot of decent people stuck there."

"The decent people don't stand a chance," James said. "Crime, disease, not enough food."

"Sounds like home," Kevin said, but no one laughed.

"How do you know?" Alex demanded. "You ever been to one?"

"My mother has," Tony replied. "A couple of weeks ago for her job. She was there with two armed bodyguards, and she still said she was never so scared in her life. The one in Binghamton was set up to hold thirty thousand people and it's already at a hundred thousand. The National Guard is supposed to police the place, but they're stretched too thin, and if you wander off looking for food, the townspeople shoot to kill. No showers, no toilets, and now people are freezing to death. You're lucky, James, your father hasn't been assigned to work at one. People are dropping like flies because there aren't nearly enough doctors."

"My father has too many powerful patients," James said. "Wherever they go, we'll go. And trust me, Alex, it won't be to any evac center."

Tony nodded. "Dad won't leave Mom," he said. "And they're not sending my brothers and me off without them, so we're not going anytime soon."

"I'd rather be here," Kevin said. "Corpses and all."

"Me too," James said. "New York, the people may be dead, but at least the city's alive. In the country, everything's dead."

Wednesday, September 7

For supper that night, Alex and Julie shared a can of sauerkraut.

"Sister Rita says vegetarians live longer," Julie said. "She says it's a good thing we eat the way we do."

"I don't need any lectures from sainted Sister Rita about how good we have it," Alex said. "I bet she's eating steak every night while we're starving to death."

"She isn't!" Julie cried. "Are we? Starving to death, I mean?"

"No," Alex said. "I'm sorry. I have things on my mind."

"Can I help?" Julie asked.

Alex shook his head. "Just a problem I have to work out on my own," he said.

Julie carried the dishes and forks to the sink. Alex watched —while trying to come up with a way to keep her alive and safe. When he finally acknowledged there was none, he went into his bedroom, and threw his missal against the wall.

Monday, September 12

Alex could tell as soon as they approached the apartment that something was wrong. The blanket he'd nailed to the inside or the living room window was flapping.

Julie had been right, he thought. Someone broke in. All the food that he'd gotten from Harvey —and he'd pretty much wiped out Harvey's supplies—might be gone. The bottles of booze he'd held in reserve, the blankets and quilts, the two sleeping bags he'd been thrilled to find, the box of cigars, the coffee, the beer, the aspirin and vitamins and sleeping pills and cold medicines and antacids. The electric heater, the heating pad, and the electric blanket. The fur coats, the wool coats, the sweaters, and boots. He'd been an idiot to keep things downstairs. If Papi or Uncle Jimmy, or even Carlos, had suggested keeping the stuff in one of the upstairs apartments, he would have agreed. But it had been Julie, so naturally he'd overruled her.

Julie. What was he going to do about her? He couldn't let her go into the apartment, but it was equally unsafe to have her stand outside.

"Something's the matter," he whispered, pointing to the flapping blanket. "Go into the lobby and take the stairs to the third floor. Go as fast as you can, but quietly, and don't slam any doors. I'll get you when it's safe. Now move!"

Julie did as she was told. Alex waited five minutes, to make sure she was safely upstairs, then unlocked the outside door to the basement. If it was only one guy in there, the element of surprise might be enough to chase the burglar away. With shaking hands, he unlocked the door to the apartment, and yelled through the door, "Get out now! I have a gun!"

"Alex? Don't shoot. It's me, Bri!"

"Bri?" Alex shouted. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," she said. "I'm home. It's just me."

Alex raced into the apartment and hugged his sister hard —until she began coughing.

"Bri, what's happening?" he asked. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," she said, gasping. "Really I am. Where's Julie? What happened?"

"Oh God, I hid her," Alex said. "Stay here. Don't go away." He laughed. "Wait till she sees you! Hold on. We'll be back in a couple of minutes." Reluctantly he left Briana, then ran up the stairs to the third floor.

"Everything's okay," he told Julie. "Come on down."

"Maybe you should have nailed the blanket better," Julie said as they went back downstairs.

Alex laughed. "Maybe I should have," he agreed. He couldn't remember ever having been so happy. There was food in the house, supplies left to barter, and his sister back. For once when he thanked Christ for his blessings, he would really mean it.

"Julie!"

"Bri? Bri, is that really you?"

Bri began coughing again. "It's nothing," she choked out. "I'm just so happy."

"How about some tea?" Alex asked. "Julie, boil some water for tea."

Julie ran into the kitchen and put the kettle on.

"I can't believe you're here," Alex said, grasping Bri's hand. "What happened? When did you get here?"

"About an hour ago," Bri whispered. "I was so scared. The blankets on the windows and all those things in Mami's room… Is she back? Is Papi?"

Alex shook his head. "Nothing new from Carlos, either," he said.

Julie popped back into the living room. "It's the cold, isn't it," she said. "Your crops froze, too."

Bri nodded.

"So they sent you home?" Alex asked. "They don't want to feed you anymore, so they dumped you?"

"No, Alex, it wasn't like that," Bri said. "The sisters were eating less so we'd have enough. They were wonderful." She began coughing again. "My bag." She gasped.

Alex grabbed her bag and handed it to her. She dug through it and pulled out something. Alex recognized it as an inhaler. He'd gone to school with kids who had asthma. But Bri wasn't asthmatic.

Bri inhaled deeply and stopped coughing. "Some of us got sick," she said. "Me and two other girls. Sister Anne got us to a doctor, and he said we have adult-onset asthma. It's the same as regular asthma, but it starts later. The doctor said we'd be fine except for the air. It's so ashy now, and we were outside all day and it was too much. The sisters couldn't keep any girls who were sick, so they drove us back to New York. Two other girls, too, whose parents wanted them back. They tried to call you, but the phone isn't working."

Alex nodded. "This asthma," he said. "Will it go away now that you're not working outdoors?"

"I don't think so," Bri said. "Not until the air clears up. The doctor said I shouldn't go outside any more than I have to. He said there used to be medicine to prevent asthma attacks, but that's all gone now. He gave us inhalers, but he said we should try to avoid attacks by staying indoors and not exerting ourselves and not getting excited. Only I got so excited seeing you." She smiled. "It was worth it," she said. "Oh, Alex, Julie, I'm so happy to be home!"