The sun hung quite low in the western sky now, its golden light taking on that distinctive amber quality that characterized late afternoon transitioning toward evening. We were still positioned in Galloway Township, our convoy of vehicles parked along the residential street where we'd decided to establish our temporary camp.
By this point, most of Margaret's community had successfully settled themselves into various abandoned houses lining both sides of the road. Thankfully, there were numerous residential properties available in this particular neighborhood—enough that housing distribution hadn't required complicated logistics or difficult decisions about who got better accommodations. Everyone could claim their own space without conflict.
