“She ran to catch up but he set a pace he hoped would keep her from talking. Past the sodas, he picked up a squeaky toy from a pile and squeaked it, grinning at Troy. Troy wouldn’t dare bite him in the store. He hoped. Ella pointed to a bag of dog food. “Do you need any of this?” Trevor laughed. “Hell no, they eat steak. The last time I brought some of that home as a joke Troy went in my closet and shit in all my shoes. Never again.”