“Hey, while y’all finish up with this, should I take that big-ass flashlight and go out to the truck and grab some clothes for us?” Jenny looked down at her blood- and dirt-spattered jeans and sweater. “I’m disgusting.”
“No damn way any of us are going outside tonight. Not when we can’t see patches of that green crap,” said Mercury. “But you can go to that boutique. I believe I saw some flannel PJs against the far wall.”
“And the convenience store has toothbrushes and toothpaste,” said Imani. “I’ll grab the flashlight and come with you to get supplies.”
“Go ahead. Karen, Stella, and I will finish up.” Mercury put the bowl she’d just dried on the metal shelf. “I’m going to bring a potato for each of you to our rooms—and a knife.”
They stared at her.
“We need to know,” Mercury said. “Is it just me, or has all of our blood changed?”
“I need to know,” said Imani.
“Ditto,” said Jenny.
“I think we must,” agreed Karen.
Stella’s gaze went to the sprouted potatoes resting in the innocent-looking metal mixing bowl. The green shoots had grown several inches while they were gone. “Yeah. We need to know.”