Chapter 3: Might Be Lamb for Dinner, RoseShit! Someone was at the door again. He was still at his mother’s place in North Dakota trying to stop an alien invasion…wait…oh hell no, that was just a dream. Even the knocking quit. Leo supposed he’d have to check the porch for any more deliveries. Rose was not in sight; did he have any cat litter? He could always use newspaper, he thought. Did he have a tray? Well, a cake pan might do.
I know what I’ll do, Leo thought, once he was in the kitchen and in his right mind. I’ll cook up a whole lot of food and freeze a bunch of it in trays or whatever for when Lee gets back, assuming he does come home. And maybe there’s some way I can keep track of what I might owe him. If he’s just moved here, and he’s now sick, he might welcome the cash as well as
