Stella Sterling didn't go downstairs. After what happened last time, especially the words of that older woman, she had already figured out the situation. That last supply distribution was probably the final bit of help the authorities could offer the people. From now on, everyone was on their own.
She had anticipated this, so Stella Sterling hadn't given it a second thought. Only when she saw people gathering downstairs again did she remember that, based on the past two times, today was supposed to be another supply distribution day. Yet, even by high noon, there was no news.
To be honest, these relief supplies made no difference to Stella Sterling. She had only gone out the last two times to avoid drawing attention.
'Otherwise, if I don't even show up for food distributions, wouldn't that just be telling everyone I have plenty of food at home? Am I just supposed to wait for them to come and rob me?'
