Midnight Scavengers

Roland nodded. "It's late. I'll talk to the Vances tomorrow."

A quick smile flickered across Sylvia's pretty face.

When everyone finally retreated to their rooms, she hustled a plate and cutlery into her son's bedroom. "Honey, don't be mad. Eat a little first. Your dad promised he'll ask the neighbors about buying meat tomorrow. Once we get some, I'll have the Martha braise pork for you—eat to y