216 - Two Hundred Sixteen

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Okay, Donnie and I have been having a fun time playing, well, if not “house”…”normal weekend away and the world is just outside the door”, but now that we’ve just…agreed to disagree about Junior, we realized it’s time for the old crew reunion to be complete. 

Donnie thinks it’s going to be easier for me to just go get Harry, than to try and broadcast something to tell her where we are that could be picked up and deciphered by Junior. So I’m getting in the car today and head North. Once I get her and come back…we’ll figure it out from there. There’s no reason that Junior would be able to find us where we’re at—not if he hasn’t found us so far—so I think we’ve got a few more days at least before we need to seriously consider moving. 

But we’re rats in a maze here in the Northeast. It’s three against one now, so I’m not exactly concerned but after hearing about my whole encounter with Junior, Donnie went into that protective older brother mode he would get in sometimes, the one that led him to teach me self-defense. Another thing about him that hasn’t changed. 

He’s staying behind to “fortify” the place we’re staying, whatever that means, and to start building up the kind of supplies we’ll need to safely move to a new spot. Sounds to me like he’s expecting a war, but there really is no reasoning with him when he sets his mind to something. 

I don’t know, maybe war is exactly what we’re doing. If it is, we’ve got a much better chance of surviving now than I did a week ago. With both Donnie and Harry…well, trying to stay alive with two whole other people to pick up the slack feels like luxury. 

But I don’t want to be at war with anyone. Though, if I have to be, there’s no two people I’d rather have in the trenches with me.

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