Gale and I are left outside looking at each other, trying to register what happened. What did just happen? When I'm about to turn around and give I hear I slight scream inside the house then tinny footsteps leading up to the door that opens cautiously.
Aunt Madge peeks out and hope comes again, I have a feeling she'll be much kinder. "Prim, Gale, is that you?" she asks. "Yes," I say lamely. "Come in, come in," she says gesturing for us to enter. We walk into a room with a gold couch and gold walls. My jaw hangs open from the luxury of the house.
Uncle Gale stands in the corner still in awe of the situation he's in. Aunt Madge motions for us to sit down on the couch and Uncle Gale and Aunt Madge take sits in similar arm chairs in front of us.
"Talk," says Uncle Gale quietly but firmly. "Wait," says Aunt Madge, "shouldn't we give them something to eat first, they look like they haven't eaten in days!" Uncle Gale groans and Aunt Madge gets up to get us bread with jam and tea.
We eat quietly making slow movements feeling a bit uncomfortable. Once we both take the last bite and last sip we look up to our aunt and uncle. Uncle Gale still wants us to explain but Aunt Madge still wants us to get cleaned up.
"Just let them shower and get on clean clothes. Then I'll clean their wounds," protests Madge. "It's fine," I but in, "we'll explain then we can get washed up." I tell them everything starting from the night our house burned down. I didn't forget one detail. "Our parents need your help," I finish.
It's silent, for a long time. All of a sudden Uncle Gale gets up and swings on his jacket violently. "Where are you going?" asks Aunt Madge. "What do you mean where am I going?" he asks. "Where are you going?" she repeats. "To war, of course."