10. Piglet the Pygmy Marmoset
“Oh, holy shit.”
That was all I could think of to say.
Claire went from hot chocolate daydreams to full water works in less than ten seconds.
“No, no, damnit, no!” Rory moaned, slamming her head against the window like this was just one more infuriating roadblock between us and New York.
“What do I do?” Hector asked, reasonable as always, even in the absence of reasonable answers of his own. “Eagle Scout!” he barked. “What do I do?”
The Eagle Scout tore his eyes away from the window.
“We need to get below ground level,” he said. “You drive and find us somewhere we can do that before we have to ditch the van.”
Hector nodded and continued along the road, eyes scanning, a little faster than before. It doesn’t sound that difficult, or at least it didn’t to
