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Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door Chapter sixty six
POV: OdalysOn the second morning, we moved to a field.It sounds like a joke when I say it that way, but it was not a joke. It was the hardest, dirtiest, most backbreaking work I had ever done, and I had done a fair amount of it by then. Greta had stood in the kitchen at five, in the gray light, with a list in her hand and her braid pinned up, and she had read it out to us like a general reading order. Beans, lift with the root ball, forty to a tub. Barley, do not touch, we'll lose it anyway. Wheat from the east end only. Seed tins, down to the pantry, every one. Anything that can be carried, carried."And Pim?" said Ingrid."Pim carries the small tubs.""I'm very strong," said Pim, with dignity."You are the strongest person I know," said her mother, and kissed the top of her head, and went out into the field with a shovel.By seven, we were a line. I do not think I can describe it properly. There were thirty of us, strung out across the black slope in the cold, with our sleeves p
Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door Chapter sixty five
POV: Odalys We had three days, and I used the first one to be angry.I will admit it. I do not like to, but I will. I went out into the burned field at sunrise and stood in the middle of the green rows, in the cold, with my hands in my pockets, and I was so furious that I could not feel my own feet. The beans had come up. Tiny, bright, tender things, six inches high, standing in their little ranks along the string. Greta's barley was a pale green haze. The wheat had begun to put out its first thin blades. Across the whole black, scorched slope, as far as I could see, the young crops stood up out of the ash like a promise somebody had made and not quite dared to believe.He means to drown it, I thought. He means to drown all of it. To make me choose.I did not hear Greta come up behind me."We can't save it all," she said, quietly."No.""We could save some." She stood beside me, with her hoe on her shoulder and her braid down her back, and looked out over the field. "The east end is
Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door Chapter sixty four
POV: OdalysCaptain Marr came to the hill at dawn, alone, on foot, under a white flag.It was Pim who saw her first. She had gone out with her mother to feed the hens, and she came tearing back into the kitchen in her nightgown and boots, with her braids flying and her whole face alight with a terrible, delicious importance. "There's a lady!" she shrieked. "At the north hatch! She's got a flag! A white one! And she's got a gun but she's holding it by the wrong end!"I was in the control room in ten seconds. Ferran was behind me, and Rhydian behind him, with a rifle, and on the center monitor, in the thin gray light, a tall, slim figure was standing at the foot of the hill with a white pillowcase tied to a stick. She wore the black fatigues. Her sleek hair had come loose from its knot. Her left arm hung stiffly at her side, and I saw that her sleeve was dark and wet from the elbow to the cuff."She's hurt," said Ferran."Or it's a trick.""Is it?"I looked at the screen. She had lifted
Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door Chapter sixty three
POV: Odalys Brigid called the meeting, and she called it in the quarry, because she said that nothing important was ever decided in a house with only one door.We met on the sixth evening after the crossroads, in the great side cavern where Ilsabet had once caught Percival Linthwaite in his lie. It had been swept and scrubbed. Someone had hung a row of lanterns along the stone walls, and set a long plank table with benches, and put a jar of wildflowers in the middle, a small, stubborn, ridiculous splash of yellow in all that gray. There were fifteen of us. Brigid at the head, in her scorched fire jacket. Ambrose, at her right hand, lean and silent, with a new ledger under his elbow. Danny and Wren, side by side, with Pike and Tuck behind them. Osric, with a bandaged foot. Rhydian, with Mara. Emrys, with his clipboard. Ferran, because he would not be left behind. Ilsabet, with a small knitting bag she had brought, I suspected, out of nerves."I'll be brief," said Brigid. "I'm told i
Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door Chapter sixty two
POV: OdalysI went to see the prisoners two days later, because I could not put it off any longer.They were being held at Danny's crossroads, in the cellar of the ruined gas station. It was a low, damp, concrete space that had once stored tires and motor oil, and Danny and his men had done what they could with it. Straw on the floor. A bucket of water. A single lantern hanging from a hook. Eleven men sat on the straw in a ragged line against the wall, with their hands bound loosely in front of them, looking at nothing.Ten of them looked up as I came down the stairs. The eleventh did not."Miss Rennick," said Sergeant Tolliver, and tried to get to his feet."Please. Sit."He sat. He looked ten years older than he had on the road. His big red face had gone slack and gray, and there was a bruise on his temple where somebody had hit him, in the confusion, with a rifle butt. I had brought a bag of Greta's bread, and a flask of broth, and I knelt and passed them along the line, one to ea
Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door chapter sixty one
POV: OdalysIlsabet did not read the letter at once.She turned the cream-colored page face down on the table, folded her hands over it, and sat for a while looking at the cat in her lap. The lamp hissed. Somewhere down the corridor, a tap dripped, slow and regular, like the ticking of a very small clock. I did not speak. I had learned, in two months, that when my aunt went quiet like that, the quiet was not empty. It was full, and careful, and she was choosing which part to say first."Would you fetch Dr. Ashgrove?" she said at last. "I'd like him here. It concerns him, in a way. And I would rather only say it once."I fetched him. He came with his arm in a sling and his face the color of paper, and lowered himself into the chair across from her with a grunt, and said nothing. I sat beside him. Ilsabet looked at the two of us, one after the other, and gave a small, rueful smile."You look like a pair of schoolchildren," she said. "Don't. It isn't a terrible story. It's only an old o
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