Grandpa spoke with Winston when they were allowed to work the garden. They weeded close by and could whisper. Grandpa said, “The more I can’t sleep with my wife, the hornier I become. I’d fuck a knothole now.”
“Yeah, and you’re old. Think how poor Travis and I feel.” He giggled, making Rick move closer.
They worked without comment, but then, when he had a chance, Winston said, “Angela is going to start faking pregnancy pain and see where that gets her.”
Grandpa nodded and said, “Those bastards are eating too much of my damned food. I want them gone.”
The next day, Angela moaned and didn’t get up. Winston went to her and held her hand.
“What’s going on?”
She moaned. “I don’t know, but I have pain. Call an ambulance.”
Winston laughed. “I would if I could. Just rest for a while. I’m sure it’ll pass.”
She nodded and winked.
Two more days passed, and the trio found frozen venison in the freezer. They defrosted it, cooked it, and ate it, leaving nothing for the family.