“Of course not,” Memory said for both of them. “We’ll see you later.”
Ellie shot off like a rocket, even doing a jump with a twist before she landed and glided over to Grandma Helen’s friends. “That was impressive,” Kirsten mumbled.
“No doubt.” When her sister started slowly skating forward, Memory had no choice but to go along. Kirsten was taking her time, though, and Memory thought maybe she could be trusted to be careful—for once.
“Dak sure is a nice guy.” Kirsten’s eyes were locked on the spot where Dak was kneeling, petting the dog. Memory smiled, glad she’d gotten to witness that. He was laughing like a little kid as Patches jumped up and licked his face. She was a pretty dog, a mixed breed it looked like, brown with white spots. Anson giggled and squirmed, trying to get out of Br
