CHAPTER 39
DESPITE THE BEST efforts of my parents and Douglas, Pippa and I were still sharing an apartment. It might have been squashed, but Pippa’s company made up for it.
“How’s Titch?” she asked from the kitchen one evening.
“I swear he’s grown since this morning.”
Two weeks ago, a gorgeous German shepherd had arrived at the shelter, courtesy of animal control. Despite being plump, she ate like she was starving, and we soon found out why when she surprised us three days later with a litter of puppies. Titch was the smallest of six, but he wasn’t getting enough milk, and after worrying all through the first forty-eight hours, Pippa and I made the decision to hand-rear him. He was so damn cute that I didn’t care about getting up every two hours to give him a bottle of milk.
“Has he o
