I debated wearing just my loose athletic shorts, no shirt, no briefs, but I comprised, yielding to good judgment, and put on underwear. No shirt though, that won't cross any lines.
Mom was appropriately dressed, loose running shorts, a tank, panties, according to the line I saw as she moved, and a bra. She had coffee, cereal, cold milk, and a plan.
"There's no way we're gonna truck all this trash. After breakfast, go out back and make a pit. We're burning it."
Speaking around a mouthful of cereal; I was really hungry, "Um, Mom, is that allowed?"
Mom snorted. "f**k 'em. We're way off the beaten path and we have to leave tomorrow. There's no time. Just do it. Grab a few boxes of papers and start the fire. I'll shake out these sheets and make us a couple of quickie doors."
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