The curling white mist seeped from the door of the freezer as Helena pulled it open.
“We’ll have a feast tonight.” Her eyes gleamed at the prospect.
“Eeeee!” screeched little Jessica, her tiny white hands clasped in front of her chest.
“But, Mom, the stove doesn’t work without power. Lights either,” her brother Ben said knowingly.
“There’s the grill,” Helena said, squatting next to the sink and pulling the trash can from its receptacle. She reached deeply, bringing out two lanterns.
She winked at her children and took a book of matches from her apron pockets. “Let’s play pretend,” she grinned.