They were both quiet while Amy climbed up to the loft where her king size bed was. Braden was already deeply asleep, surrounded by pillows and pushed into the corner so that he couldn't roll off the bed. Emma silently laid beside her brother, keeping her eyes on the younger woman with a pleading expression. Amy was not sure what the girl wanted but she offered up a stuffed Hedwig that usually sat on the dashboard. That seemed to be the right answer because Emma snuggled it close while she toyed with her brother's curls.
"Where are you going to keep them?" Andrea demanded as soon as her sister started shifting through the bags she had grabbed from the compact. When she didn't answer quickly enough she plowed on, her anger growing. "How will you take care of them? Where will I sleep? We share the bed! What happens when we eventually find someone else to take care of them? You're going to-"
"Enough." Amy hissed, slapping her hand down on the large table her sister was resting on. "Enough, Andrea. What the fuck are you even arguing over? It's my bus. It's me going for supplies. It's me that found them not even four hours ago. The bed is big enough for all of us, if you don't like it then the table folds down and you can sleep on the couch. There is too much shit in here to convert it into another bed everyday."
Amy returned to the bags, finding little for the children and more cigarettes and booze. There were men's clothes, some first aid supplies but no formula or food for his children. The last of her doubts about the father of the children were gone. She angrily tossed his clothes in walmart bags before doing the same to the cigarettes and booze. An idea formed in her mind.