“You look like the cat who got into the cream,” Darren said when he came downstairs late that afternoon. Rob was sitting on the sofa, Smokey was lying in the center of the floor, batting at a plush fish.
“Me?” Rob shrugged casually. “Maybe.”
Sitting at the other end of the sofa, Darren asked, “What’s going on?”
Rob broke into a broad grin. “I got a job!”
“Fantastic. Where?”
“At a small pet supply shop on Oxford.”
“I know the one. How did you end up there?”
“I was job hunting, which was not fun, trust me,” Rob replied. “It might have been better if I’d shaved, but anyway, I was about to come back here, saw the shop, and decided to get Smokey another toy.”
Darren snorted. “Like he needs more.”
“Yeah, I know. Anyway…” Rob went on to tell him why the woman hired him. “She even advance
