Chapter Thirty-Nine
The heater worked, but Liz was still cold, and she needed to eat, and the house’s pantry was bare. Part of Lenny had hoped the house wouldn’t be empty, that Donna and Henry would stay, but they had left together and were gone by the time he woke. There was death in the walls and blood on the floor, but no ghosts. They hadn’t needed him, after all. That was a good thing. The ones who needed him were the ones too hurt to help themselves, and he was glad Donna and Henry were not trapped by their pain. Still, it would have been good to be needed.
Lenny contented himself with being needed by the living, and he went out to find something for Liz. He’d never needed to know how to cook for himself, but he’d seen it done and thought he could do it if it was required. She wasn’
