Joyce Lawson silently rubbed her face, composing herself before answering, "It’s a few sweet potatoes... Since the charcoal fire is already going, let’s roast and eat them."
Then, Joyce Lawson turned around and prepared to place the sweet potatoes on the charcoal stove.
Hearing that there were sweet potatoes, Gregory Lawson’s eyes instantly lit up with excitement!
He shot up in bed, threw off his blanket, and cheered, "Sweet potatoes? This is great! We get to eat sweet potatoes!"
The others were also thrilled to hear about the sweet potatoes. After all, Joyce Lawson had spent all her savings buying the apartment. They had no money for other food and had been eating nothing but sand vine cakes for several days straight.
Mason Lawson stared at the sweet potatoes on the stove and asked doubtfully, "Joyce, where did these come from? Did you buy them on the black market?"
Yvonne York also asked gently, "My dear daughter, didn’t you say you didn’t have a single penny left after buying the apartment? How could you afford sweet potatoes? Did you get paid again?"
Gregory Lawson’s beady eyes darted about. He then climbed out of bed, grabbed Joyce Lawson’s arm, and whined, "Sis, how much did you get paid this time? ...I want to eat pork. Please, Sis, just buy some for me! I only want a small piece. I promise, I’ll do whatever you say from now on."
Joyce Lawson pushed Gregory Lawson’s hand away with a helpless sigh and replied, "I haven’t been paid, and I didn’t buy the sweet potatoes."
Joyce Lawson then turned to her parents and said, "I forgot to tell you. I saw my aunt downstairs when I went out this morning. She and her family just moved into 1501, the unit right below us. She’s the one who gave me these sweet potatoes."
Yvonne York was taken aback. "Your aunt? Which aunt?"
Joyce Lawson replied, "It’s Miss Yvonne. Her family of four already lived in this complex. They moved from a lower floor to 1501 because it’s supposed to snow in a couple of days. She also said our families can look out for each other from now on."
Hearing this, an excited smile spread across Yvonne York’s face. She immediately threw off her blanket and climbed out of bed.
Straightening her clothes, she said to her husband and son, "What a coincidence! Yvonne married the best out of all of us sisters. Her husband is incredibly capable! If she can casually give away sweet potatoes, it means her family must have a stockpile of food! We have to go visit her!"
At Yvonne York’s words, Mason and Gregory Lawson’s eyes also lit up with excitement. Ignoring Joyce, they threw on some clothes and headed out the door toward 1501.
******
Melody Summers and Tate walked out of the apartment building together. Since it was an overcast day with no sun, the complex’s public square was deserted, with no one outside.
The sky was so gloomy it looked like it had been smeared with gray paint. A cold wind howled past, carrying a bone-chilling cold that seemed to herald the impending blizzard.
Melody Summers couldn’t help but duck her head, pulling her scarf tighter.
Tate glanced up at the sky and remarked, "They say a huge blizzard is about to start."
Melody Summers nodded. ’This is the calm before the storm.’
The two of them entered the sales office. As they pushed aside the heavy door curtain, a wave of warm air washed over them. Tate first added a few pieces of charcoal to the coal stove in the office before sitting down to work at the computer.
A few minutes later, Tate pointed to the monitor and said to Melody Summers, "Miss Summers, 1603 is currently unsold, but a tenant has a short-term, one-month lease. 1604 is also unsold, but that unit has been leased for three months."
Melody Summers nodded. After a moment’s thought, she added, "Could you also check if there are any unsold units on the 15th and 17th floors?"
Tate tapped a few more times on the keyboard. He then looked up and replied, "The 15th floor is completely sold out. On the 17th, only two large units, 1705 and 1706, are left unsold. The other four smaller units are all sold."
Whether for renting or living, smaller units were more desirable these days. During a disaster, just having a shelter was good enough; a large apartment served no extra purpose.
Melody Summers mulled it over for a moment, then said to Tate, "I’ll take all four of them!"


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