Chapter 6: Pickles and QueersChris tried to hide his yawning, at least, when there were customers in the shop. He had, apparently, become too old to function on just a few hours of sleep. Poor Gabe couldn’t have slept any better. Chris hoped he’d managed to get some rest after he’d left.
The frost coating Nortown was thicker today than it had been yesterday. There might even be a thin dusting of snow; he wasn’t sure. Snow or not, Chris feared for Gabe’s health in this cold. Unless Troy got him out of there today, Chris had to do something about it. They couldn’t have a human being living in a freezer. The warmth from the wood-burning stove would only last if Gabe constantly had a fire going, and he couldn’t sit there guarding it all the time.
The door opened, and Chris looked up, hoping
