Empty Aisles & Empty Hearts (Preppers Perspective Book 3) by Ron Foster Read Free Book Online Page A

out around his “hurricane party”.
     
    “ Well me and Monica will play nice and I think if we watch the language and keep the brakes on the drinking a bit, I think your mom will be ok with it.” Charles said going off his first impressions of meeting Dennis’s mom. But moms were usually moms regardless he thought to himself and she wouldn’t approve.
     
    “ Well I will run the Crank-A-Watt and charge some batteries while sipping a beer and then you can spell me some on it as I get tired. That way it at least looks like we are doing something constructive while having a beer. That broadcast today of a summit at the UN and an emergency meeting of the US president and the Russian ambassador has really got me speculating on whats going on. I mean they didn’t say shit about what was up with the Chinese, Japanese, Iran, North Korea, and India, the UK or anybody else. They made a point to say we were talking to the Russians though and I don’t think I like that particularly much. you are I both cold war era boys Charles so you probably feel the same as me abut the communists.” Dennis said speculating and then sucked down his beer so he could get as close to needing another one as he could before his mom and Monica joined the little party on the back deck.
     
    “ Monica and your mom have finally got most of the food in the cabinets sorted out; I must say they were grumbling a bit though about your choices of menus.” Charles said sniggering somewhat which usually indicated he was going to kid Dennis about something.
     
    “ Hey, there is my suggested serving menus and me telling them to make up their own menus if they didn’t like mine.” Dennis began protesting to indicate his suggestions were not written in stone.
     
    “ I believe it had more to do with what they had to work with and the way you seem to have your food stores seem to bet set up based on your own personal tastes. What the hell do tamales in a can taste like anyway?” Charles asked innocently enough but kind of miffing Dennis that anyone even thought about turning their noses up at the selection of food he had managed to have stored up.
     
    “ Hey now Charles, buddy I will have you know those damn tamale things are good! Well, I mean they are nothing to write home about but they are a quick convenient meal and I at least get something approximating meat to eat. My mom and well I guess most women in general I know can make themselves a meal off just vegetables but me, I have got to have some meat in my meals! Ha! You know there is a whole yummy case of Sweet Sue’s Canned Whole Chickens, in there?
     

     
     
    That might sound like hell now, but come one Sunday dinner I know who is going to be eating a drum stick and who might be lucky to share the other one. I don’t know, maybe I might not want to share a leg with anyone; those are awfully small chickens they fit into them cans. “Dennis said grinning as he teased Charles a bit.
     
    “ It wasn’t me that was the complaining one buddy.” Charles quickly assured him.
    “ Dennis you have got food stuff stored that I never heard of before, well none of us have before except you and we are just curious what its going to taste like. Of course I think that chicken will taste better than a possum, but I haven’t ever tried one of those either!” Dennis said joking around with Dennis who had been known to collect possum recipes for just such a SHTF situation like this.
     
    “ I don’t know about that, but at least you don’t have to skin that can in order to eat it!” Dennis quipped back regarding the possum comment.
     
    “ Seriously though Charles, that chicken is a high priced luxury now. Why it is worth its weight in more than just silver now, not that I would ever sell any of it. We need to be seriously thinking on how we can get us some real yard bird type chickens and feed for them ASAP! Then we need to think about how much it’s going too cost us in trade for them.” Dennis