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black cop as he pointed his gun at me.
    "Ain't nothing yours till we say it is, honey," said the tobacco chewing redneck with the shotgun. "Where'd you get all this?"
    "None of your business" I scowled at him.
    He spit over the side of the boat and shook his head in disappointment. "Babe, I don't want to be the bad guy. Okay? I'm just trying to do what's best for everyone, and leaving you two out here alone with a shit ton of food that could be feeding a bunch of other people ain't the way to do it. Understand? Now start being a bit more civil about things and maybe we can settle this so that everyone's happy."
    "Why don't we all head back to the group," said the black officer. "We can decide how to divvy up the food there."
    "No," said Billy. "We're headed to the city, up to the Johnston Brother's salvage yard. It should be safe there."
    The two cops started to laugh. The third one, who was still on the pontoon, called out to his fellow officers, "What's going on up there?"
    "They're heading for the city," said the shotgun cop. "Well we might as well take all the food, cause ya'll are gonna be dead once you get where you're going."
    He grabbed a packet of spaghetti and held it up for his friend on the boat to see. "How you feel about Italian tonight? They've got some spaghetti here."
    "Sounds good, Trev," said the one on the boat. "They got any sauce?"
    "I don't know." Trev rested the shotgun over his shoulder with one hand and picked through our food with the other. "Ya'll got some sauce in here?"
    "Go fuck yourself," said Billy.
    "Be nice." The black cop pointed his pistol at Billy. He held the gun with one hand, which looked odd to me. He didn't hold it the way police officers were trained to.
    "Here we go." Trev pulled a plastic bag of marinara out of our haul. "Got some right here. Let's see what kind it is." He looked at the generic label for anything that listed ingredients or other information. "Oh fuck," he said in a murmur.
    "What's wrong?" asked the black cop.
    "Is this shit from a school?" Trev asked me.
    "Yes. Why?"
    He threw the sauce back down and then tossed the spaghetti at me. I flinched as the package hit me in the shoulder.
    "What the fuck, man," said Billy. The black officer grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back.
    "Frank, did that dickhead back there mention anything about where the food came from?"
    The black officer shrugged. "I don't remember. Why?"
    "Cause they got it from a school." He turned back to me and pointed at the food with his shotgun. "Is all this shit from the same place? From a school?"
    "Yes," I said. "Why? Why does that matter?"
    "God damn it." Trev blasted our haul with his shotgun and my daughters screamed as pieces of food shot into the air.
    "Calm down, Trev!" said Frank. "What's the problem? Why are you shooting?"
    "We can't take the food, you dumb ass," said Trev.
    "Why the hell not?"
    "They got it from a school. Use your fucking head, Frank. You know damn well that food got poisoned. It was in the food at schools. Fucking shit, man. This is all useless." He was about to take another shot into our supplies when Frank reached out and grabbed his arm.
    "Calm down, Trev. Shooting's just a waste of ammo. Don't be an idiot. Besides, we can still take it. We don’t have to worry, man. We've got shots."
    Trev spit on Frank's boot and pulled away from his grip. "I ain't wasting shots on someone that ate food they knew was poisoned."
    "Is that true?" I asked as the situation began to calm down. "Is the school food poisoned?"
    "Yes," said Trev.
    "No one's really sure," said Frank at the same time. "Did you eat some?"
    I didn't want to answer. "What were you saying about shots?" I asked instead. "Do you have an antidote or something?"
    "No," said Frank. "That's not what we were talking about. Never mind." He tried to brush off my question although it seemed like be knew more than he admitted.
    "God damn it, man," said Trev. "I was really looking forward to that spaghetti."
    Frank got off