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“TOO BAD WE DON’T HAVE any marshmallows,” Willow chuckled once the fire was blazing.
Kennedy wondered how her roommate could keep up a cheerful attitude in spite of how cold and exhausted they felt.
“What else do you have to eat?” Willow asked.
Kennedy felt in her pockets. “I think there’s still a can or two of spam.”
“I swore I’d never touch this stuff.” Willow grimaced. “If it weren’t the last resort ...”
“Don’t worry. It’s probably all synthetic, right? Not even real meat at all?”
Willow laughed. “That’s what I’ll tell myself. So should we pray?”
“Should we what?”
“Pray. You know. Thank God for the food. If you could even call it that.” She bowed her head and began without waiting for an invitation. “Dear God, thank you for keeping us safe to this point. Thank you that you know exactly where we’re at and what we need. Please bless this food, even though it’s full of nitrates and sodium and a whole lot of other ingredients that I don’t even want to guess at right now. Please use it to strengthen us for the hours ahead. And watch over Rylee. Help her to ...”
Willow’s voice caught. She adjusted the baby in her arms and tried again. “Help her to be ok, Lord. Please. In Jesus’ name, amen.”
Kennedy added a quick prayer of her own, and the girls each opened a can of spam.
Willow wrinkled her entire face as she took a sniff. “I really need the calories, don’t I?”
Kennedy nodded. “Just pretend you’re doing it for an acting class.”
“Ha. There’s a thought.” Willow peeled a tiny bit of meat off and examined it between her fingers. The bite was no larger than a pea. “I guess I don’t have any other choice. Well, didn’t Jesus at one point say that all food was clean if you’re thankful for it or something? Isn’t that somewhere in the Bible?”
Kennedy shrugged. She hated to admit it, but her roommate was already more familiar with Scripture than she was.
“Well, thanks, God, for the spam.” Willow brought the crumb slowly to her mouth but stopped. “Dude. Listen.”
Kennedy strained her ears. She heard it too.
“Is that ...”
Both girls jumped to their feet.
“Another car!”
Kennedy stepped into the road and waved her hands frantically. There was no way they were going to let their chance at rescue pass them by again. “Wait!” she called out. “Help!”
Willow ran out behind her, holding Rylee in her arms. The car slowed to a stop. Willow was laughing so hard Kennedy worried she had gone hysterical.
“Look who it is!” Willow exclaimed and nearly tripped on some ice, rushing to the driver’s side.
The door opened. Nick stepped out and threw his arms around his fiancé.