"And eggs! Do your chickens lay eggs? I have some spices squirreled away at home. I could make us some omelets."

She grins, rolling over onto her side and resting her chin on her fist. "I used to get those big stuffed animals for free at the end of every season. I worked there over the summers, in college. They paid really well to have a cute college girl showing off the fake rifles at the kid's shooting gallery."

Such a long time ago. Back before she was Eva the survivor, Eva the mother, the wife. When she was just dark-haired, bad-tempered Eva with her beat-up Pinto loaded with foil-wrapped roasted corn and giant stuffed cartoon characters, working sixty hours a week to save up for college classes she excelled in. It doesn't even seem like the same person.

How long ago was that, twenty-five years? More?