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she imagined Kirk would have to. Aerosol cans would expire after a certain time, so she found recipes for homemade shaving soap. When she saw lye was one of the ingredients, she stopped and almost smacked herself in the forehead.
    “Well, I’ll be damned,” she exclaimed softly. She’d finally figured out one of the things she had forgotten. Eventually they would have to make soap, and she was pretty sure every recipe she had for soap made from basic ingredients required lye. Now she had to figure out where she could get it in large quantities without making someone wonder if she was dissolving a body.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
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    M AKING A P OINT
     
     
    Once Kirk called back late in the morning to say that they’d found a car and would be on their way shortly, Mac hitched their small supply trailer to the back of the truck and headed into Rosseau. She’d originally intended to go to Huntsville, since they had a lot more stores and selection, but the knife store was in Rosseau.
    Additional research had netted her the information that there were indeed soap recipes that didn’t require lye. Same with shaving cream. Laundry soap needed ingredients that had some lye in them, but she could easily pick up that kind of thing in bulk.
    Her real worry was that there might be other things she was forgetting. Things she might have a hard time getting later. She’d stock up on whatever tampons and toilet paper she could find in Rosseau for the time being, because she wasn’t heading back to the Costco in Barrie. Later she’d hit every grocery store in the surrounding towns for more.
    She was probably being an idiot with all her worrying, because the stuff that was most likely to fly off the shelves in the heat of a societal breakdown was stuff she already had. The obvious stuff, in other words. Toilet paper was something she’d gone overboard on, but she’d pick up more anyway. She wasn’t running out of toilet paper. She didn’t care if it was the end of the world.
    Costco had been her close, personal friend for a while now. Gigantic purchases never looked out of place there, especially when you had a business membership. She had gone through their aisles countless times over the years, looking at every single item available for purchase, and making sure she did that for every shopping season. Different things were available at different times, and that had helped her make sure she wasn’t overlooking anything important.
    Many cartons of supplies had found their way to them via Amazon and eBay, too. Thankfully the landlord hadn’t been the nosy kind, and she knew Mackenzie had her own business that involved shipping things. It helped when Mac opened the package of adult-sized footie pyjamas in front of her.
    At the thought of clothing, Mac started to wonder if she should buy a couple of Angora goats. Angora might come in very handy for making clothes.
    It didn’t take long to buy out the stores in Rosseau, since there weren’t many of them. Then she headed to the knife store. She saw the sign and chuckled, even though she already knew what it was called. Sharper Image , indeed. Good thing the big boys in New York weren’t likely to come to this neck of the woods.
    She walked into Sharper Image and waited until her eyes adjusted and the bell over the door stopped clanging. Then she moved over to a display that caught her eye. She was a bit of a sucker for weapons of all types. They had archery equipment, in addition to some firearms. What they didn’t have were survival knives.
    A clerk sidestepped to the display she was eyeballing and asked if she was looking for a gift. She stared right at him, holding his gaze until he was thoroughly uncomfortable. Then she gave her usual sort of sarcastic response to a perceived sexist remark.
    “Right. Because I couldn’t possibly have a use for one of these. Is that what you mean?” She raised her brows at him, not breaking eye contact, and awaited his response.
    “Uh.