Bread Givers

The town.... from the text;

How could we help ourselves? All we had was sunk in this empty fake of a store. Still it was a place to start with something. And so we moved to a lonesome street, at the edge of a dead town, and lived out there, at the back of the store. Hoping with nothing to hope with, our fainting hearts still prayed for a miracle to save us.

The people.... from the text;

Ach! The loneliness of that little town! And the cold, stiff people there. It was like living among walking chunks of ice. The each-for-himself look froze me to the bone.