The Unexpected, by Amy Friedman

Maeve clutched the bulging Target back to her belly. It had taken some negotiating, but she now had a tiny hot plate, a pot, a can opener and enough food for a week.
Nearing her car, she thumbed the key fob and unlatched the trunk.
“Now guard these carefully,” she said, placing the items in the trunk. “I don’t want them bouncing around.”
“Wrk wuk rrk uk,” said the man in the trunk.
“Shut up!” she said. “You’ll eat when I say so.”
Sighing, the man curved himself more tightly around the goods. The corners of his mouth quirked up.


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