The Survivor Kind

“So are you two related?” I asked.

“Of course we are, silly,” said Laurie. “Mike is my son.”

I decided not to explore the specifics of that statement. “Oh, sorry, I meant are you and Robert related?”

“No, dear. I just took him and his lady friend—“

“Mistress,” corrected Robert.

“—mistress in a few weeks after the Outbreak. Normally I might have looked down on their … lifestyle—“





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