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“Miss Joy made breakfast.”<br />
I led her up the stairs, unable to ignore the looks from Walter and Joy. I had become accustomed to<br />
them. People who happened to be around during an episode were usually either annoyed or<br />
sympathetic, with no in-between. A woman at the mall once approached Aubrey to advise us that Zoe<br />
just needed a good spanking. It seemed like everyone who didn’t understand always knew how to<br />
parent Zoe better than we did. Even if they didn’t say it, they let us know with their expressions. Zoe<br />
never seemed to notice. I hoped she never would.<br />
“Here you go, Zoe. I hope you like cinnamon rolls.”<br />
“Oh, I do,” Zoe said, her eyes big and her smile wide. She followed the plate until it was in front<br />
of her, and didn’t hesitate to pick one up with both hands and shove it into her mouth.<br />
Joy smiled. “I didn’t figure she’d want a fork.”<br />
“Nope,” I said. “I can’t thank you enough.”<br />
“Daddy Where’s Mommy” Zoe asked through a mouthful of bread.<br />
“She’s uh . . .” I stutte<strong>red</strong>, looking to Joy. “She went on a trip.”<br />
“Is she coming back How will she find us”<br />
My mouth pulled to the side. “I don’t know, baby.”<br />
Zoe looked down at her cinnamon roll, clearly trying to process the news.<br />
A small dog began to yap. Just a few times at first, and then consistently. Joy smiled. “That’s<br />
Princess. She belongs to the Carsons next door. I’ve been feeding her and letting her out in the<br />
backyard. Would you like to help me feed Princess, Zoe”<br />
Zoe nodded emphatically, shoving the rest of the cinnamon roll in her mouth as she pushed her<br />
chair away from the table. The chair screeched against the floor as she did so, and I closed one eye<br />
tight, recoiling from the noise.<br />
Walter smiled. “This floor has survived three grandchildren, two of ’em boys. I think it can stand<br />
up to Zoe.”<br />
We spent the rest of the day talking and watching the road. After she and Zoe returned from feeding<br />
Princess, Joy found a few board games and some cards, and played Go Fish with Zoe. It was quiet,<br />
but once in a while, someone from Shallot would shuffle by, their eyes milky white, and always with<br />
a wound. I wonde<strong>red</strong> if people that had been bitten were slowly turning and making their way out to<br />
the road.<br />
Walter and I returned to the porch to sit in twin wooden rockers after the last dead person<br />
wande<strong>red</strong> by. Joy brought us sandwiches and apple slices. I thanked her, wondering when my next<br />
chance would come to ask her about what she didn’t say that morning.<br />
“That was Jesse Biggins,” Walter said, biting off a piece of apple. He shook his head. “He’s a big<br />
hunter. Has quite a few guns at his place. Maybe we should visit”<br />
“Does he have any family”<br />
Walter shook his head. “His wife died several years back. His kids moved to the city. It’d be a<br />
worth a try.”<br />
I nodded. “Maybe we should hit a couple of places for supplies”<br />
“We just have the one general store. Not much a store, really, but it’s all we got. I don’t know who