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yawning—not entirely convincingly—and said he hoped they could call it an early night. Michelle and Kevin both agreed, perhaps a bit too quickly. A half-hour later he pulled the mattress out and began making his bed. They took that as their cue and said goodnight then scurried into the bedroom for a night of sensual exploration.
     
    Chapter Four
    The same day Doc and Kevin retrieved the Jeep, Don went to see a man about a horse. He pushed the shopping cart down the sidewalk, one front wheel endlessly waggling back and forth. Matey walked next to him, scouting ahead with his superior sense of hearing and smell. They were in a neighborhood they hadn’t visited before, and Don knew bad people could be hiding. So could the rotting crazies.
    So far they’d only gathered a few dozen cans of food and some magazines Doc found under a bed. He also found a case of cat food. He knew Matey would eat it. Don even tasted it once but didn’t like it.
    He had plenty of food back at the school, but scavenging was a habit and kind of fun. He liked going into people’s houses. It wasn’t so nice if they were dead inside because it smelled bad, and it wasn’t nice if one of the crazies was there. But a lot of the time there were no dead people or crazies. Then he got to look around at all the stuff.
    He went to the next house and used his crowbar on the front door. He was pretty good at it now, a lot better than when he started. This time it busted in only two tries. He and Matey stepped inside, stopped and listened. When Matey moved forward, nice and relaxed, Don knew there weren’t any rotting crazies here. And it didn’t smell bad. He walked down the hall into the kitchen.
    Sometimes, if there was enough light, he liked to look at what was on the ‘fridge. Sometimes there was a calendar, or a shopping list, sometimes photos of kids. Sometimes notes to each other: I have eaten the plums or Dr. Williams, 9:00 Wednesday. A few refrigerators didn’t have anything on them. They were boring.
    Don always looked in the kitchen for food. He didn’t take everything; he would never eat canned sauerkraut. He would never eat qui-noah, whatever that was. But he’d take almost everything else. Then he’d go in the bathroom and look for toilet paper. He didn’t care about the bottles of pills or the toothpaste or any of the powders and stuff.
    He’d go into the bedrooms. If it was a little girl’s room, he would look at the dolls and stuffed animals but usually left them alone. If it was a little boy’s room he’d look at the posters and sports stuff and boring books.
    The older kids rooms were usually too messy to even walk in, so he left them alone.
    But the most fun was in mom and dad’s room. A lot of times they were boring, with just clothes and shoes and books. But sometimes, especially if Don looked hard enough, he found toys and magazines and movies. He didn’t bother with the movies, but sometimes he took toys and magazines.
    In this house he found no toys or kids’ rooms. He didn’t even find any man stuff. But there were flowers everywhere and lots of photos on the wall. Don moved past them toward the front door, carrying the few cans of food he found.
    It always felt weird when he walked out of the house carrying stuff. Walking down somebody’s hall lined with photos, walking out of a dark empty house. It felt kind of lonely.
    But Matey was always there to cheer him up. Don loved Matey. He was probably the best thing that ever happened to him, besides his secret. Doc and Matey were like brothers or something. They watched out for each other. They took care of each other. He never had any person take care of him or treat him as good as Matey.
    The German Shepherd was already outside when she tensed up and growled. She backed into the house. When Don looked out the window he saw two people ride by on their bikes.
    “Easy, girl,” Don said. He didn’t want Matey chasing them.
    Don didn’t like seeing people. He