were tempting with their embroidered logos on the front. The chinos looked nice with their crisp creases. The windbreakers seemed useful with their thin hoods zipped into their collars. But this store had nothing from his part of Joyâs list. He dug the paper out of his jeans pocket:
âWindproof safety matches
âKerosene
âSpatula
âWoolite
âSponges (large)
â1 large country ham
â20 lbs. potatoes
âSmall gasoline generator
â10 gals. gasoline
He could see that none of these items would be available in this store, and Arthur guessed that few of the shops in this town would offer such mundane, real-world items. After this woolen-shop visit, he would try to find a hardware store and then a basic supermarket.
âWhat do you think?â Marietta asked.
Arthur looked upâand fell speechless. Marietta wore the cashmere well, its flattering cut making her body all the more attractive. She smiled.
âWell?â she urged.
âItâs great,â Arthur said, blinking his hazel eyes. âItâs really great. We should figure out some way to buy it for you someday. Because it looks good on you. I mean, it looks
really
good.â
Marietta turned around slowly, like a model on a runway. âIâm glad you like it,â she said softly.
Almost three hours later, the crew had gathered on the side street once again. Arthur had been waiting for nearly sixty minutes, and he was angry that the crew was failing to follow orders so completely. When at last everyone arrived, they were carrying dozens of large paper and plastic bagsâmost bearing designer logos on their sides.
âYou didnât get the
bread
?â Arthur asked BillFi.
âSorry,â BillFi said, wiping his nose on his sleeve. âWe ran out of money. Sorry. We each got a new sleeping bag, âcause the ones weâre using are really old and gross, and thenââ
âAnd I bought some really good scotch,â Logan said. âWell, I got some old guy to buy it for usâonly had to give him twenty bucks. I do that all the time at home. We got
five
bottles. And six bottles of French red wine. That rum was getting pretty boring.â
Arthur shook his head. âI donât believe this! How are we going to eat without bread? Joyâyou were going to get pasta and some stuff for making soups. You got
that
, didnât you?â
Joy looked sheepish, her round face cast downward. âWell, we got the pasta,â she said quietly. âBut then we went into a shop that sells exotic herbs and things, and we got some great stuff. Maybe the best pesto sauce I have ever tasted. And some Szechwan pepper that is really hot and really good. And someââ
âDid
anyone
get what they were supposed to get?â Arthur asked in his lowest voice.
Everyone was silent. In the bags on the muddy ground around them were cotton turtlenecks (âThey were sixty percent off!â), an inlaid mahogany chess set (âWe have to have
something
to do at night!â), a battery-powered CD player with twelve discs (âWe canât go all summer without music!â), three dozen novels, four Gore-Tex raincoats, a harmonica, two fishing rods, eight copies of the King James version of the Bible, and an impressive assembly of other odds and endsâvery few of which were edible. Jesse had a paperback copy of
Moby Dick
, which he tucked into his jeans pocket. (âItâs about a whale,â he explained unapologetically. âI like whales.â) Logan had a pewter flask and a comic book.
And the money was nearly gone.
âThis is great,â Arthur shouted. âThis is really great! We can listen to music, play chess, dress beautifully, and starve to death!â He ran a hand through his hair and tried to thinkof something powerful to say. Something with authority. Something with teeth. He had to show this crew that when he gave orders, he meant