"I don't know," Euphie admitted. "I definitely can't take them, you know. I'm only a few years older than them. And they don't listen to me, I don't have authority." She grimaced, leaning back on the kitchen counter. "I'm hoping we'll find their parents but I don't have much hope, in all honesty. The dad's real old, I think she's probably his third or fourth wife, and it's not like they were in peak shape and health, you know? Not a lot of people around here really are. I'm guessing they ran out in order to help their own chances of survival, but it probably just ended up biting them in the ass. Like running into a death trap."
That idea made her heart twist a bit -- that a parent would leave their child behind. She had a brief moment of remembering her own mother (long hair, soft blue eyes, but nary a laugh or smile on her face), felt her spirit dip low into her stomach.
"I guess an orphanage is the only option," she said softly. "I don't know, I know Kurtz is into the idea, but I don't want to throw them in their just yet. I don't really trust -- them."