HOW LONG I been here? Six hours? Ten? It’s the next day, I know that. I talk to myself a lot. But I don’t cry. I walk. Back and forth, up and down, in circles to keep warm. And I count. I made it up to five hundred with no mistakes. I wet myself some too, ’cause I ain’t wanna do like dogs do and go in the corner. But I did anyhow. He think we dogs. He think we animals. That’s how come he can do us the way he do. Even my bones are cold. If I die, how would JuJu know?