Jennifer went into WalMart and found the sporting goods section. She did find a heavy duty sleeping bag and figured since she was so small that she and Brody would be snuggled in tight. She picked up a pair of gloves and a knit cap , both black. She went through the self check out and no one seemed to notice her. Outside, Brody was waiting on her, gnawing on the bone from that steak the man had given him. Glancing up, she saw the diner the man, or maybe it should be the Man, mentioned. Hungry overcame her hesitation. Sure that he thought she was a boy, she decided to join him.<br/><br/>"Come on, Brody," she called, patting her leg. The pit followed her obediently, ignoring a local cat that hissed at him.<br/><br/>Jennifer hesitated at the door.<br/>"Its now or never," she muttered and then shoved the door open.<br/><br/>The Man waved her over and she joined him in the corner booth. An older lady with a bad dye job, false eyelashes and a crisp white apron brought over two plates. A tall red glass with soda was waiting. Her taste buds went into overdrive.<br/><br/>"Thanks, mister," Jennifer said in a husky voice, "I'm Jay. Just passing through, but I sure to appreciate this and Brody was really grateful."<br/><br/>At the Man's raised eyebrows, Jenn continued. "Brody. That's what I call the stray that follows me around."<br/>(Forgive me, Brody, for calling you a stray,) she thought.<br/><br/>Looking at the steaming plate of eggs, hashbrowns and biscuits and gravy, Jennifer thought she might cry, but managed to keep her face unexpressive.<br/><br/>"Looks great. " she said and dug in. keeping the hood in place.