“Enjoyed it mighty fine myself, Sam.”
Sam got out and started around the corner of the truck when he heard Cotton jump up in the box and began a playful bark. Sam walked up to the box, reached through the mesh wire, and petted the white dog. Cotton licked his fingers.
“Good night, old buddy.”
“I can’t believe you beat me at Scrabble,” Terry said, “on a triple bonus word like q-u-e t-z-a-l.”
Terry spelled it out, not being able to pronounce it.
“It’s pronounced quet zel,” Suzie giggled, bobbing up and down gleefully from her kneeling position. “It’s a beautiful bird from Mexico. I saw it in National Geographic. That’s who I’m going to write for when I grow up. Want to look it up in the dictionary? I’ll bet you a nickel I’m right.”
“Unless you want to lose your money, I wouldn’t bet if
