He turned, throwing over hi shoulder, โAnd if he growls at you, even once, heโs out. He looks wild.โ I am, Riley snapped inside her head. Do not laugh, she thought to herself. Her dad paused at the door. โWhere does it stay while youโre at school?โ It. Nice. โOutside.โ โYou could be inviting flees into our home, Mary Ann.โ No. Laughing. โHeโs clean, Dad. I swear. But if I spot a single little bug, Iโll bathe him.โ That could prove interesting, Riley said.
Gena ShowalterHe gave her what no one else had ever been able to give. A past to cherish. A present to enjoy. A future to anticipate
Gena Showalter