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puffed up with pride as I pulled away, tugging the garments from his hands. I slid the skirt over my hips—a perfect fit—and tugged the blouse over my head. It hung just off my shoulder, making me feel like a sexy gypsy woman.
    There were two other sets of clothing: one in the same stonewash pattern in pale blue, the other in an earthy red.
    I twirled around, flaring the skirt, before throwing myself back into his arms. “Where did you get these?”
    “There are machine to make clothes.” He smiled sheepishly. “Abby helped choose what style. I also get these for your pretty hair.” He held up matching strips of cloth. I couldn’t have been more delighted.
    “You’re the best husband a woman could have.” I kissed him and the kiss quickly turned to desire. Before I could draw breath, he snatched me up and carried me back to bed.
* * * *
    The men had gathered in the meal hall to discuss and make plans on how best to attack the Druel drone towers and force-field walls which kept us penned into one area. So Abby and I decided to pay a visit to Sarah.
    “How’s she doing?” I didn’t know why I was whispering, maybe because it seemed more respectful.
    Abby and I stood outside Sarah and Bular’s home. I held a bouquet of sweet smelling flowers. Morrdrook had shown me which ones I could pick and which ones to leave alone, due to their toxic nature.
    Abby shrugged. “Last I saw, she was withdrawn and unresponsive, but Bular seemed capable of looking after her physical needs. It was best to give them space to settle down and hopefully it would help with Sarah’s grief.”
    My heart ached for both Rita and Sarah, knowing if Morrdrook was ever ripped from my life in such a brutal fashion, I didn’t know how I would cope. Lending our support and letting her know we are here for her, was the best we could do.
    Abby glanced at me, her face mirroring the concern I felt. She raised her hand and knocked on the door. I heard a few heavy footsteps before the door was ripped open. Bular scowled down at us.
    “We’ve come to see how Sarah’s doing, if that’s okay?” I meet Bular’s gaze, his expression morphed into one of a man in need and pleading for help.
    “Yes, come. I cannot get her to eat. Perhaps you can. She is in bed and lies there, staring at the wall.” He stepped back to allow us in.
    I climbed the steps and Abby followed me in. As all the houses were the same, it was easy to locate Sarah. Just as Bular said, she was lying on her side. Her blue eyes open, staring at the wall.
    “Sarah? It’s Abby and Anna.” She blinked, her eyes darting over us, but said nothing and went back to staring at the wall.
    I sat down on the edge of the bed and pushed her blond hair out of her face. Her eyes were sunken and vacant.
    “I know it’s a hard right now, but you can’t neglect your health. You have to eat something.” I kept my voice calm and gentle.
    Bular entered holding a cup of sweet-smelling juice from the strange cactus plant, which grew all around the village.
    “Has she cried at all? Any expression of grief?” Abby questioned Bular.
    He shook his large head, his blue eyes saddened as he gazed at Sarah.
    “Can you get her to drink this?” He handed me the cup.
    “Sarah, please drink this, it’ll make you feel better.”
    She blinked again and said nothing.
    “Sarah,” Abby used her matter-of-fact tone, “If you don’t start taking something, I’ll have no choice but to get Bular to take you to the medical facility here in the village and force nutrition into you.”
    Sarah’s face turned down into a frown. She glanced over at Abby who stood by Bular.
    “You wouldn’t,” she whispered.
    Abby folded her arms. “You better believe I will, and Bular will too. Won’t you?”
    “Yes, I have to do what is best for you, Sarah.”
    Anger darkened Sarah’s pretty features. She sat up and shoved me off the bed, with surprising strength. I managed not to spill the drink as I jumped to my