Chapter 6

Suddenly he got up, went into the trailer, headed straight for the kitchen, which was almost in the sameroom as everything else, and opened the door to his cabinets. He saw nothing but soup, crackers, peanut butter, and a half full bag of chips. In his tiny little refrigerator—oh God, why did he keep anything in that refrigerator if he didn’t have electricity? Hell, it was hotter inside that thing than it was outside. Dezi looked, and there, in the dark and sitting on a wire rack, was a jar of pickles and a little wedge of cheese. Dezi knew that for Rox, that was a lot. He probably thought he was well stocked on food. It made Dezi wonder how the hell he stayed so—built. His body was toned and muscled, and if he didn’t know better, he’d think he was eating very well. Just then the door slammed. Dezi turned and saw Rox standing there.

“What the hell are you doing in here?”

“I’m checking your food. I thought I’d go to the grocery store and get you stocked up.”