Chapter 3

“Hell, I can deal with veggie sandwiches,” he told them, dividing the rest of the hamburger between them. It was gone before he taken two bites of his own meal. He smiled when the kitten pawed his knee, shaking his head. “I don’t think you’d like bread, lettuce, and tomato. You, on the other hand…” He tossed the dog half a slice of bread. “That’s it for now, you two. Maybe we’ll get lucky in another alley. Well, if you stick around.” He wondered what the chances were of that. Sure, they followed me to the Dumpster, but that might be it.

“Or not,” he said a minute later when he got up, put on his backpack and mask, and started down the alley, keeping a cautious eye open for anyone who might be interested in him in a bad way. They passed a couple of homeless men sitting in doorways, who pulled back into the shadows when the dog growled at them, but thankfully didn’t attack.