Wednesday 8:06 AM
They moved more slowly during the next few hours, ending up with five cages out of the intended six done. By then, they were out of coffee and coke and Luther's back was killing him. Each time he glanced towards Joanie, he was worried that she was going to collapse though and eventually reached over to pull her to her feet by her arm.
"It's about time we head out. I'll leave a note on the door and we'll start walking." He led the way out, pausing to only grab a sharpie and a piece of cardboard outside the door. In neat handwriting he wrong back in an hour, before heading to the streets. His hands remained shoved in his pockets, unless Joanie looked like she couldn't walk - in that case she was getting help, whether she liked it or not.