“What can I say? I’m insatiable.”
“Well, there are plenty more where that came from.” I took his hand. “But let’s see if we can find something more filling.”
The closet held mostly paper goods, but also a case of juice boxes and a large bin of individual snack packs, cookies, chips, and saltines.
“Trick or treat?” I asked, closing the door to hide the treasure.
“Treat.”
I grabbed a small pack of buttery crackers and held them out for him. “The Cracker Line is open! Full rations, boys.”
“Yum.”
With those and apple juice, we got comfortable, as comfortable as we could sopping wet, while the wind whipped outside, and debris smacked and scraped across the small casement windows.
When Goose snuggled into me, I wrapped my arms around him, and we fed each other crackers. Once the tiny bag
