FifteenChicago › Wednesday, December 3, 2008 › 17h45
Jeep growled and barked when Ricki knocked on Jayson’s side door after a long, cold day shift. She called out his name to quiet him, knocking again, this time with the toe of her frozen boot.
When Jayson didn’t answer, she let herself in.
Jeep whined and hobbled in circles around Ricki’s tall, yellow-striped blue pant legs as she stepped into the entrance and into the hallway. “Hey, Jeep,” she said quietly, rubbing his side.
Jeep shook off the rub and circled three times, then dropped down on his blanket.
Ricki took a step into the kitchen.
A sense of deception made her shiver as she scanned the open cupboards above the sink, eerily void of material possessions. The possessions Jayson did own were used and worn. He could walk out o
