?Pick it up. Put it back in its holder.? I quickly did as you wanted, catching your slacks with the spray of the scaldingwater. You growled slightly a...d reached for the faucet. You knew how I showered?youknew that the heat was more preferable to me than cold, yet you cranked thehot water handle to lessen the heat of the water. Perhaps it was because yourshowers weren't usually as hot as mine, perhaps you meant to punish, but Iwhimpered softly as the spray cooled my body. A smile played across. Seeing my disgruntled look, Carrie checked her phone and urged Lisa to do the same. Predictably none of us had a signal."We should try and get help." Carrie suggested.The sound of a car caught our attention. The three of us immediately began to pick our way through the undergrowth, heading directly toward the road instead of retracing our steps back along the torn trail Lisa's car had created. It appeared that the driver had found the road blocked and from the sound of his engine had stopped. It seemed too early in the season to be doing this and the plants were green and hard to pick. But she efficiently grabbed the ears and bent and snapped them from the stalks, glad she didn't have to husk them. The bare ears of corn, their shape and their regular bumpy rows, would remind her of the "interrogations".Because there was one thing she could *not* get used to, and it was those interrogation sessions that were announced seemingly at random. That special room, that x-shaped table to. Many of the bogs were hidden under green plants and looked safe to cross until one started across them. None of the boys were hurt although more than one showed signs of having been caught in the bogs themselves.We hitched up the wagons and two of them were reduced to four oxen teams. Luckily the terrain seemed fairly flat and we had no trouble getting moving. We have begun seeing signs of civilization as we are traveling. Farms are showing up and we see more people moving as we get further.