Chapter 40
“It’s really … green,” Travis said looking inside his bowl with a careful expression.
“Yep. Sure is,” I said before taking a spoonful and putting it in my mouth. All three of the Battles just stared before picking up their spoon and gingerly giving the soup a try themselves. It was Tess who gave a surprised *whoop* and started inhaling the Nettles and Potato Soup
[1].
“Slow down before you get an upset stomach,” I told her with a chuckle.
“This is good. Not as good as pancakes but mm mmmm.”
“Glad you like it. It is my grandmother’s recipe.”
Travis took another bite and then looked in his bowl like what he was eating was surprisingly better than he kept expecting. “Why does it taste like chicken soup? Chicken soup isn’t green.”
“The green is from the nettles. Nettles are very nutritious, and I want to make sure that you and Tess are getting all the nutrition you need since you are growing so much. Let’s see, they have vitamins A, C, K, and B. In the mineral department they have calcium, iron, magnesium, phosphorus, potassium, and natural sodium which means we don’t have to add so much out of the saltshaker. They have all the essential amino acids. And a bunch of other stuff I can’t remember off the top of my head.”
Still not being able to compute what he was tasting with what was in his bowl he said, “With all that stuff you wouldn’t think there was room to still taste good.”
I nearly laughed out loud on that comment but didn’t want to hurt his feelings. “Well, you caught me on one thing. It tastes a little like chicken soup because the base is made from chicken stock. Now eat up and I have something else new for you to try that I think you’ll like.”
I was happy that the main course also won their approval; Meatless Meatloaf
[2]. I was just barely able to save back enough to have meatloaf sandwiches for the next day’s lunch.
Full bellies were relaxed with Golden Milk
[3] as their “dessert” and soon enough both kidlets were ready for bed. I was hoping that using a warm milk evening beverage would help Travis with his disturbed sleeping habits. And help Tess with the gawdawful energy she had come evening. I remember my grandparents’ cats getting the zoomies every night and Tess isn’t much different. Some of that energy may be the product of them being cooped up in the house. I’m not sure.
“That was a fine meal Ms. Busby,” Beau said with a playful twinkle in his eyes, meeting me at the bottom of the stairs where he was just coming down from reading the kids their nightly chapter. They’d just started Swiss Family Robinson and I think Beau was getting just as big a kick out of it as the kids. “That milk idea you had might just work. They were both asleep in no time.”
“Or it could be that you’ve started doing exercises with them,” I responded.
“Or maybe it is taking both of us,” he said, more serious than normal. “You sure I couldn’t persuade you to stay in tonight?”
“Probably. Which is why I need to go out. Neither one of us needs that kind of temptation.”
That got me a grin, but it went out as fast as it has bloomed. Knowing what was bothering him I said, “It’s what we heard on the news.”
He sighed. “It’s not like Uncle Finis and some of his friends hadn’t war gamed the possibility. But damn, it hurts for some reason to know that they’re just letting the UN come in and hunt for purebloods.”
“Not every state is allowing it.”
“The feds are. And the states have to be careful because the UN is flying into military bases and taking their national guard and law enforcement weapons. You see the mess going on in Texas and Florida when the military stationed at those bases nearly shot those UN planes out of the sky. MacDill, did force one down at the international airport. Then the crap in Texas when one of the UN transports was forced to put down in Mexico and basically got swarmed by the cartels. The UN hasn’t said too much publicly about its personnel that are being held hostage but the countries they come from sure are making noise. It’s only a matter of time though. The feds are talking about sending in their own people to take over the bases.”
“Even if they do it won’t last for long. And that isn’t even taking into account that the Whitehouse is starting to cheese off certain people at the Pentagon.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked. “And how do you figure that?”
“Greed and human nature.” He looked at me in surprise at my simple answer. I explained, “The UN members are talking about making it ‘fair’ for the underrepresented in the world. All those third world countries that were used as guinea pigs for some of the vaccine when it was hidden in the normal childhood vaccines like for polio. Some of those countries have zero known pure bloods …”
“Unalloyed stock. Let’s use the same terms. They see us as animals to be hunted down now. No rights. Not after that court case in the World Court.”
“Fine. Whatever term they want to use. And screw the World Court. They’re going to find they only have as much jurisdiction as it is convenient for them to be given.” Beau’s eyebrows went up but I shrugged it off and continued. “There are countries with zero fertiles. And many of those countries have also been left compromised in other ways by the vaccines as well. The fast-moving cancers, the autoimmune disorders, you name it. And that is on top of an already shorter than average life span. With nothing left to lose those countries are going through civil wars and other kinds of violence instead of trying to make the best of what time they have left. And a lot of people are ready to just let them as they are considered part of the ‘excess population’ of the world. The elites won’t put up with ‘sharing’ the resource with people that they don’t see serving their purpose.”
Beau made a face and said, “But that ain’t happening … I mean natural consequences aren’t allowed to happen.”
“No. And that’s where greed comes in. Africa, where most of this is currently happening, is one of the last areas where natural resources are still free for the taking by those in control and few consequences when they are taken whether they are free or not. China is just barely holding onto the areas they control. Why they bother I don’t know. They’re having worse problems than the US is as far as infertility and population shrinkage goes. The median age in China in 1970 was 20. By 2020 the median age was 37.5. By 2024 that was 39.6 and if that news report is to be believed, they’ve passed the threshold of no return, and their median age has passed the 50 years old mark. The country of Japan is even worse. In 2020 the median age was 49.1 and today that is nearly 60 years if it hasn’t already made it to that point and beyond.”
“Well Ms. Numbers, what about here in the US?”
Ignoring his snark I answered, “In 2024 the median age in the US was 38.5 years. They won’t even report the number here anymore. And trust me I tried to find it during … during when Dustin thought I was the one with the fertility issues.” I shook my head as it wasn’t a tangent I wanted to get off on. “Then you have countries like India that in 2024 had a median age of 28.7 and Afghanistan with 17.1 as a median age. Back then those countries had real problems with ‘excess population’ and were constantly looking to use or offload some through refugee status or violence. Even those countries are dealing with median age ranges approaching 35 years and greater. Afghanistan doesn’t give a crap about their elderly and are letting them die in the droves. That’s creating its own kind of vacuum full of problems.”
“And I’m sure you are going to tell me what this all means.”
I didn’t like his tone or what it said … until he sighed and added, “I got kids to protect. Those bastards were talking about lowering the age of the females to whatever age it takes to get a ‘viable pregnancy’ out of them. They wouldn’t be given any choice. My little girl …” He looked like he wanted to vomit. “I’d kill any man or woman that came near her for that.”
What he didn’t say was that there was also talk of giving hormone shots to speed up sexual development so that the forced impregnation could happen sooner.
“That’s why we’re here.”
“Hiding,” he said, depressed.
“Don’t think of it as hiding. Think of it as … a strategic relocation to secure assets for the family’s survival.”
He blinked and slowly turned to look at me. “Hmph. Words. Words ain’t going to keep the kids safe. And you walking out into the dark won’t keep you safe. And I can’t do a damn thing about it.”
“You provided the location and at least half the supplies. You do the work around here and help me with mine. The kids mind you better than they do me.”
“They mind you … or they better.”
“That’s what I mean. You … how’s this,” I said, coming up with a visual that I hoped would put him more at ease. “You sit in the captain’s chair. Yes, you want to get out there and ‘fight’ but your role is different than a foot soldier. You are holding a lot of strings in your hands, and they stay the least tangled from your place here. I’m a foot soldier. I know my way around this area. So I can go out and gather things that …” I stopped when he just looked at me.
“Keegan, thanks for trying, but we both know why we do things the way we do. I ain’t happy about it but I’m not going to screw things up now that we’ve got a system down.”
“Oh Beau …”
“No. I know you aren’t just acting out to prove you are as good as your characters. Maybe I wondered a little bit at first, but I see that what you’re doing benefits us a lot more than it benefits you.”
“Oh now that’s going a little bit far doncha think?” I asked, intentionally letting myself slip back into the way I used to speak.
“No. I ain’t saying you don’t get nuthin’ out of it. I know you do. I can tell. You aren’t near so damn tense and that’s probably just scratching the surface of what’s going on in your head. But it’s the kids and I that really benefit. And I’m not too proud to say it. Just tell me you’re being careful. Promise me,” he added like he didn’t want to ask that of me but in some part needed to.
“I promise,” I told him. The promise was easy because it is what I was already doing.
“Good. That’s … good. Now tell me again what you plan for tonight.”
So I told him, knowing this was just him needing to think he had more control yet knowing he didn’t. We’d both been through too much in life to live a complete fantasy about what we had control over but, sometimes you just needed to fake it to keep from jittering apart.
[1] Classic Stinging Nettle Soup
[2] Two Bean Meatless Meatloaf (Vegan, Gluten-Free) | Wholefully
[3] How to Make Golden Milk (in Only 5 Minutes!)