“My stone house in Strasburg has three empty bedrooms upstairs.

It’s warm, and the kitchen is stocked.”

Martha stood by the open driver’s door of her sedan, holding a thin blue vinyl purse against her ribs.

“No.”

“Martha, the heater core in your sedan is dead,” Nathaniel said.

“You can’t sleep in this car when the temperature drops to twenty tonight.”

“I have sixty dollars left from my last site draw,” Martha said.

She took two folded twenty-dollar bills and two tens out of her purse.