“Samantha, what are you doing here,” he managed to say.
“I…uhm…was looking for some papers but I just remembered I have them stored in the office,” I sounded dubious as I answered but my fake smile appeared convincing.
“All right, all right, now go to sleep dear you look tired,” he reassuringly said under his breath.
“I gladly will. You look tired Sir, please go to sleep as well and have a good night.”
As I swiftly made my way out of his room and into the ice cold night without any medication for Thomas, my thoughts about the encounter with the major engrossed me. Should I confront him about the medication? Should I still trust him by ignoring the fact that he is fooling us? Did he actually steal the provisions? With a troubled mind I entered my room, saw my two angels sleeping and decided to go to sleep myself.
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Thomas has not improved at all; the lack of medicine is not only affecting him, many are close to death. Then again, medicine has not become the only problem we have been trying to overcome lately. All of a sudden, not to my surprise really, we have been receiving less canned goods and water from the government aids, cutting an entire meal, leaving us with only two small ones per day. The worst part is knowing that my own children are going to bed hungry, and when they wake up and have breakfast, that same hunger does not leave.
Only two or three people look healthier than the rest of us do, as bewildered as I am, the mayor and his teenage son are two out of the total three, being the head cook the last one. Are they stealing and smuggling the food from the refugee? Could the major, “the best man in town,” be starving the rest of us in order to survive? No Samantha, these thoughts are repugnant and unacceptable you have worked with the man for almost 8 years. You know he´s not capable of such atrocities. But he did keep the medicine in his room, he kept from the sick…
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