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and do it.”
    “He would be worth it, sir. Liam has survived out there
alone. I believe he'll find the cure and save us all.”
    “I wish him the best. I really do. Good day to you.”
    He stepped out the front door, but before he shut the door he
spoke to his companions.
    “Get me in touch with St. Louis recon.”
    Everyone thinks my hearing is gone.
    “Help is coming, Liam.”
    3
    Later in the day she had another visitor. She saw the woman hop
out of a Humvee parked at the curb, but she wasn't dressed in a
uniform. Absently she wondered if the blonde woman was the mother of
someone in the house, but she knew that would be a miracle given
where everyone had come from.
    “Everyone wants to talk to Grandma,” she giggled.
    Nearby, Debbie laughed, too. She'd gotten closer as she spread out
on the floor and was now only a few feet away. Marty could tell the
girl was happy to have an adult nearby, even if she wasn't much of
one these days.
    The woman didn't bother knocking, or closing the door behind her.
She walked directly up to Marty.
    “Mrs. Martinette Peters. I need you to come with me.
We're...uh...relocating you to a more secure home up near the main
road.”
    She caught herself.
    “Oh, where are my manners. I'm Elsa Cantwell, Homeland
Security. Basically my job is to ensure you all stay safe.” She
talked at the room, though only Grandma appeared to listen. And maybe
Debbie.
    “I'm at your service. I can't very well run out on my own,”
she said in good humor.
    “I wouldn't imagine.” But her face held doubt.
    “I need some volunteers. Hey!” A couple of the teens
snapped to attention, at that. “I need you, you, and you to
grab Mrs. Peters' things and put them in the truck. Go!”
    The kids ran into the room where Marty had a few private things,
such as her clothes, a hairbrush, and a tiny jar of makeup brought to
her by Victoria. In the end, only Debbie walked across the front lawn
while she balanced between Mrs. Cantwell's solider-helpers. It
reminded her of walking across Liam's lawn into the MRAP.
    “Take care, Grandma,” Debbie said once she was settled
into the back of the Humvee. “Maybe I'll come visit you.”
    “I'd like that.”
    But Debbie ran off, leaving her to doubt whether the young girl
would ever make good on that offer. She doubted it.
    The drive only took a few minutes. Cairo wasn't that large, and
there were few vehicles moving around, although there were lots of
refugees walking the streets or sitting under the large shady trees
common throughout the town. Some of the homes had air conditioning
units, but the town leadership strenuously urged power consumption be
limited to absolute essentials so as to extend the life of their
generators. The moving air in the truck felt wonderful.
    The woman turned around to speak, and she wore a more pleasant
facade this time. “I hope you've been able to stay comfortable.
It looked pretty tight in that house. We'd like to put you up in a
more private apartment, suitable for someone of your age.”
    There it was. She was to be treated like an invalid.
    But you aren't exactly doing the Jitterbug these days.
    She couldn't argue with the logic, though she would fight the
notion she was “invalid” until her dying day. As long as
she could walk on her own—for a few feet anyway—she
wasn't truly done. She had Angie's help back at home for all those
years mainly to handle the routine chores around the house. She felt
it was overkill to pay all that money for a nurse, when clearly she
had no medical conditions requiring medical supervision. It was one
of the few rules her family asked of her so she could live by
herself, and she only relented because the family had split the cost
to pay for the full-time nurse. No one was unduly burdened. The
ultimate irony was Angie herself succumbed to a sickness requiring
immediate and expert medical treatment…
    “I don't mind. My great-grandson might wonder where I've
gone when he gets back.”
    “Your