Yesi
There stood Rosetta--or rather, there sat Rosetta. Her light-wash denim cut-offs and white high-top sneakers had noticeable dirt smudges, but her striped spaghetti crop top and golden braids showed no signs of distress. Her face was still streaked with tears, but it seemed the waterworks had stopped for now. All of the teenager’s attention was focused on her new attachment: Ranger.
The big cat was seated between Rosetta’s legs, taller than her even while seated on his haunches. He was nuzzling her neck and shoulder, purring up a storm while she hugged him tightly. I recognized this as his way of trying to comfort someone, usually me.
As soon as I registered what was going on, I swung my leg over Aubrey’s back and jumped off of her. “Bree, wait! That’s just Ranger! He won’t hurt Ros
