-Cora-
I take Benny’s sticky hand and shake it. “It’s very nice to meet you,” I smile.
“Is your baby gonna play with us?” he asks excitedly.
“No,” I laugh. “He’s too small to play with you now. Maybe in a few years, when we visit, he can join you.”
He nods and smiles before turning back to his mother. “Can I go now? I don’t want to lose.”
“Benny,” she admonishes.
“He’s competitive,” Joseph says. “It’s probably best if we don’t stifle that out of him.”
“You may go now,” Luna Joan tells Benny, who scurries off happily. “I’m deeply sorry. He’s young, and since he’s not the heir, I’m pretty lenient on him. We’ll be brushing up on his manners.”
I smile at her. “He’s just a boy. How many pups do you have?”
“Three boys,” she says, making a face like it's exhausting. “Everyth
