Sixty-Nine
Thursday, April 1, 10:37 A.M. CST
Bailey’s Key
Agitated, Taffy swam back and forth as the boat left with Eva and Thomas. They had let Finn out but had left her and her baby behind. Even Rascal had gone. Only Jose had stayed with her, organizing his metal stuff and long cords that looked like strands of seaweed.
Taffy whistled her signature whistle for Jose. He stopped a moment, then kept working. Jose. Odd human boy. He didn’t look at her, talk to her, or pet her like the other humans, but Taffy felt connected to him. Jose, like Eva, was part of her pod.
Why had Eva taken Finn on this important mission, and not her? Eva worked with Taffy, not Finn. Finn just wanted to play with the dog. The directions Eva had given Finn were the same as before: go, swim, find, Lusca, kiss,
