Chapter Ten
It was nearly dark when Soupcan came for Jenny. She made no attempt to resist or escape, and the leash he clipped to her collar before he unlocked the chain was no more than a formality.
She had been fed earlier, table scraps she was told, but some unknown sympathizer in the kitchen had managed to hide a still warm chicken leg under the pile of gristle and rinds. She had polished it off hungrily and snapped it in two to suck the marrow. She felt betrayed in some way she could not yet identify, and devouring the smuggled tidbit became an act of covert defiance.
So she was carrying her tin bowls when Soupcan led her into the shower room, and rinsed them as he readied a large nozzle behind her, not because the chore was required of her, only to distract herself with something m
