I ducked out before Mrs. Faa could respond, hoping I wasn’t going to be the one to pay for the puppy support since it was on my watch that Terrance went straying.
It wasn’t until the dogs had been fed and had a long après-supper stroll in the woods, and I helped Mrs. Faa brush them all so they’d look nice for their respective anal squeezing and spa treatments, that I returned to my tent.
Someone had been in it.
I stood just inside the door of the tent, my eyes scanning the few things scattered in the tent...the air mattress and accompanying foot pump, a duffel bag with the few pieces of clothing I’d brought with me to watch Lily’s trees, and a box of nonperishable foodstuffs.
The duffel bag had been shifted slightly from where I’d left it. I knew that because I had been using it as a p
