"Orland, the monsters are terrible this season. No one is surviving out here in the open."
"That still isn't a good reason for you to use my cart to pick up strangers."
"Oh Orland, you don't expect me to leave them to die? They are still children, for crying out loud."
The bulky and grumpy old man had a frown on his face as he heard his wife's words. They had been married for over fifty years, and they still got into fights because of the things his wife did.
Milla, his wife, had a very good heart; too good for her own good, he would always say.
And right now, that good heart was causing a dispute between the old couple.
"Children? They may be demons for all we know." He let out a sigh then continued, "The cart doesn't have enough room for two extra people, Milla. We don't have food for two extra people."
