Chapter Thirty-Two
And then there was Wendell. One might have found it strange that out of this cast of characters he’d been the most unlikely ally, yet turned out to be the most reliable.
I still didn’t care for his boss much, but everybody has a calling in this world, and if serving as Terrence Edwards’ right-hand and bodyguard was Wendell’s, who was I to cast him in the same light as I did his boss? My issues were not with Wendell. Those were about me and my “stuff” and I had no right to place that in someone else’s court.
We sat side by side on the bench outside the Puppy Palace of Pawfection, awaiting the beast’s session with the masseur to commence. Even though he’d acted entitled after his grooming, thanks to all the pampering he’d received, I figured a bit more wouldn’t hurt and
