Not His to Keep (High Lonesome #2)

12. Spam

Spam

When are we going back home?

I miss Ollie. And I bet Nate misses me.

He loves talking to me in that stern voice, all don’t eat the carpet and pee goes outside and no dogs on the furniture.

Who can he talk to about that now?

Not Ollie, obviously. I’m the one who livens things up. Without me, it must be pretty boring.

And while I’m loving Mom and Dad—I think those are their names, at least, since that’s what Rory calls them—they never want to play those kinds of games with me.

I guess Dad does, a little, ‘cause when I go on his favorite chair, he chases me off, but Mom lets me sit wherever I want.

Where’s the fun in that?

At least Rory set up a crate for me. It reminds me of home.