“Oh, don’t worry about that. We’ve got a ride. Now let’s just hurry up and get down to the parking lot place of the village so we can get going.”
“But who—”
“Oh, one of the shifter guys who has a truck. He always gives me rides into Ridgewood whenever I want.”
“Oh. Well, okay. Let me grab my wallet, and we’ll go.”
“Okay, and I'll grab Marbles. Even though he hasn’t been working very hard on his reading and spelling lately, and he hasn’t even been working on those things at all, I think he still deserves a treat, too. He’s such a good boy that they’ve even starting letting him come right on in the ice cream shop with me. Of course it might be partly because he barks nonstop when I tie him up outside, and it really annoys everyone, but... well, I like to think it’s mostly because everyon
